16.4.1.9 Returning to the Hideaway, Speaking with Sarenrae, Stargazing

Metaphysical / Paranormal event

We withdraw back to the Hideaway.
We speak with Sarenrae.
I observe the Moons and Planets.

With the Horn sounded we only have a few minutes at most before the giants all converge upon us. Dredoc flies off upon his broom vanishing as he goes. Firato takes to the air mounted upon Pingo trying to sneak through the air mounted upon a mithril armored camel is not the wisest of decisions.. but none of the bolders came close to hitting either of them before dredoc cloaks them with his invisibility sphere. As they are flying south a flight of frost drake's swarms the area searching for them to no avail, even the breaths of frost cannot find the invisible heroes.
  Daemon has managed to transport the rest of us with his magical power back to our sylvan hideout.
  I'm not tired and so i elect to stand the night watch and let the others regain their magical abilities and sleep.
  Using the abilities granted to me by Erastil I reopen the way to the sylvan hideaway. Stepping inside it takes but a few moments to set up one of the Grand Calculating Orrerys so that the others will know what time is is anywhere within our sphere they wish to.
  I head back outside into the woods a within gunshot of the hideaway so that I can keep watch. Reaching into my bag of holding I pull out and set up a number of items. First the folding tables. An Astrolobe, the Cosmogram, the star charts, rough maps and notes, Chronicles, my second grand Calculating Orrery, sextant, wayfinder, travelers anytool, mapmakers kit, even going so far as to set up the 250x telescope.
  Just as I got everything laided out meticulously and am getting ready to start compiling the master map of the region, Daemon approaches and asks me to assist him with a ritual prayer. I sigh as only a dwarf would understand, trusting in the magic of the hide campsite prayer to keep the place hidden from prying eyes. I follow him a tad farther into the wood. Still close enough to cover the entrance should the giants come close enough to be a threat to those sleeping within.
  He wishes to Commune with Sarenrae. I've never spoke with one of the deities before so I'm intrigued what her voice will sound like.
  Daemon removes his mask for the first time in my more then twice my lifetime, I see his face as he truly is. He pulls a large ornate silver bowl from his satchel filling it with pure water from a silver flask even though it's freezing outside the water remains lukewarm, setting up a series of candles in circle around us Daemon directs me to place my bear hands within the waters of the bowl as he speaks the elvish prayer of communion with Sarenrae. Daemon lights a piece of charcoal in the ceremonial burner with rare and very prescious incense using a flare spell and places his hands with mine in the waters. As he does so we are filled with the warmth of midsummer day and we hear doves calling in the distance.
  He tells me the prayer is working in response to our questions the water will turn hot or cold, it is now time for simple questions.
  "Is the sky blue? "He asks. The waters turn hot.
"Is the snow orange?" He asks. The waters turn cold.
"As you can see varr'os the waters change with her answers." I nod my understanding unsure if I should speak in elvish too or common.
  "Now for a tough one, can we trust Noximara?" The waters grow hot burning hot, then a heartbeat later begin to turn almost cold as ice.
  "About as I expected we can trust her if it's in her best interests?" The waters grow almost scalding hot confirming his suspicions about the not Elven lady.
  "Is Trunau safe for the moment from attack?" The waters grow warm, not hot. I think to myself 'this means that as long as things continue as they are the residents will be safe?' I hear a dove cry. As I've been thinking to myself daemon asks if someone is still alive? I've never heard the name before so I missed it asking him after the ritual it was Meenah Willowleaf he asked about. The waters grow hot.
  In a whispered breath he asks "is she safe from harm where she is at?" The waters grow hot yet again. Looking at Daemon I can see tears of joy and relief flow down his face. In a crackling voice he asks me if there is anything else that I would know of The Dawnflower.   I look down at the water in the silver bowl and ask in elvish "there is nothing else I would of you Lady, from the bottom of his heart this dwarf thanks you for allowing me to continue to serve the Light, thank you for your healing winds." As I finish speaking the waters grow warm, very comfortably relaxing warm.
  With the warmth of midsummer fading and the sounds of doves crying fading away we both can tell the ritual has been completed.
  As Daemon replaces his mask and cleans up his ritual tools i ask him couple of questions to which he replies but asks me to keep the answers to myself. For the first time since being granted the Oathmark ability as a Justicar of Erastil I witness and seal an oath, my own.
  I nod to daemon and head back through the snow to spend a few hours charting the movements of the heavens, using my various charts and tools to ensure that everything is functioning properly in time with where it should be. I spend some more time studying the so planets within our crystal sphere and updating my notes with the changes I perceive through the telescope lense. Finally I work for a few more hours to update and fill in more details of the surrounding lands and flesh out some more illustrations and scripts on the various other maps for locations we have been to. One day perhaps one of these maps or journals will allow me to to enter the society of pathfinders. Thankfully nothing disturbs my work.
  As it nears dawn I go to head inside letting my cousins the twins take the morning shift.