WIP: A Glimpse Into Elara’s Struggles in Technomancer
Continuing to share the opening scenes from my current work in progress, Technomancer.
Elara closed the door behind her and looked around the tiled bathing chamber. A mirror filled the wall behind the washing basins. She figured out the taps and spotted similar handles in a glass enclosed space to one side. She reached in and turned them. Water began to stream out of a nozzle set high on the wall. She nodded and concentrated for the briefest of moments to let the weave of moonbeams that had made her dress slip away. Naked once more, she stepped into the small room and let the tepid water cascade over her body. She closed her eyes as the water warmed, then hung her head and cried softly.
“Goddess, hear my prayer,” she pleaded.
There was no responding sense of comfort or attention. She was alone, she reminded herself.
Her lessons on pity washed over her mind once again. With limited determination, she grabbed a sponge and scrubbed at her body. She tried to blot out the memory of being soiled by the vile man who had stripped her connection to her goddess. She wanted to wash away the memory of what he had done to her.
Elara used the bar of soap to clean herself further, shocked at the amount of filth that had accumulated on her feet. Finn had been right to ask her to clean up. He may not be the powerful person she needed to seek, but he seemed to be a good man. Even in her home, few people fleeing for their lives would have offered to help a stranger.
Once clean, she turned off the water and stepped back to the cold tile floor before the mirror. She saw a towel hanging on a bar, and used it to dry her hair first, then her body. She ran her fingers through her damp hair, and then without thinking, wove the moonbeams once again. It was easier this time, just as it had been easier the second time performing the weave as a novice. Looking in the mirror, she saw the dress was more substantial as well, less translucent and revealing. It was not yet the full length she expected, but it was below her knees now. Sandals were on her feet as well.
She nodded to herself. Maybe her goddess had not abandoned her completely.
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