Temple of Chauntea
Visitors are often struck by the impressive water feature that flows in and around the temple. Representing the branching veins of a leaf, the water flows from the entrance to the tip of the temple before disappearing underground. It reappears about 30 feet outside the temple, in the open air gardens. It then circles back towards the entrance, before disappearing back underground and beginning the cycle anew.
"What are you doing?"
"Sitting," he replied.
"Can I ask why?"
"Sometimes I like to sit out here. To think."
She looked at the large stone building behind him. "Do you want to go in?" she asked.
"Oh, no, thank you. I'm quite all right out here."
She hesitated before inquiring, "If it's not too personal, can I ask why?"
"It's not that I am a man of no faith," he said slowly, considering how to answer her. "On the contrary, I have much faith. It is religion that I'm not particularly fond of."
"I don't know that I understand what you mean sir," she said wrinkling her nose.
The corner of his mouth tipped up humorlessly. "Once I saw the world as you did. Sometimes I wish it were still so. But I have seen too much, and know too well what happens when mortals have too many opinions of divinity." He looked up at her, and saw the blank, uncomprehending expression. "Its alright child. Run inside. I'm perfectly happy here."
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