The roof: Tuesday morning at dawn

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

After the past weekend, Karal needed the comfort of the Dawn Rites. The slow, measured words, the ritual of greeting the sun, the prayers to Vkandis that had been part of him since childhood.

Wishing, in a way he hadn't for a long time, that there was a Temple on the island, he made his way up to the roof of the dorms, moving to stand at the edge and look out over the ocean as the sun began to rise.

With a deep breath, he began to speak, the soft, liquid sound of Karsite carrying clearly across the roof. He closed his eyes, head tilted to follow the rising sun, breathing slow and even as peace settled over him.

[ooc: open roof is open, of course.]