Arrival Prayers (Open)
Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2020 11:01 am
Aiichirō had a daily ritual unknown to most Crab he has seen — The first time he had spare, free space of hours, he would use them not to engage in festivities or studies, but in praying.
Searching until he could find the makeshift shrine, he entered it. It mattered not the place was small — not much, it had room for at least ten samurai — or recently built, but the strength of the prayers placed on it.
He put a small stipend on it before entering, ringing the bell — thanks his father for the temple etiquette lessions — making two loud claps as the place was empty before kneeling down and starting to pray. For his ancestors.
Searching until he could find the makeshift shrine, he entered it. It mattered not the place was small — not much, it had room for at least ten samurai — or recently built, but the strength of the prayers placed on it.
He put a small stipend on it before entering, ringing the bell — thanks his father for the temple etiquette lessions — making two loud claps as the place was empty before kneeling down and starting to pray. For his ancestors.