[Wan found the shrine along the southern edge of La Llorona. It was an odd thing to him. He was used to shrines being made to honor the ancestors. Usually with incense sticks and a painting of the person, or the names of many written in fine calligraphy. Often times set on a simple table, though he suspected (but had never seen) the more well-to-do humans of the Lion Turtle City had more ostentatious displays. So while the shrine had elements he associated with a shrine: a table, a place to burn something, a picture (sort-of), that was where the similarities ended and it left Wan wondering what the display was for.
Sticks had been bundled and tied together with sturdy strings to form 'logs'. Three had been laid together and bound again to form the flat of the 'table' of the shrine with an actual log split three ways to form a sturdy set of legs. There was a flat rock with a shallow stone bowl on it set to the front of the table and an odd 'picture' made mostly of bird skulls and wing bones tied to a 'weave' of threads set into a stick and string frame.
And on top of being strange, it seemed to be set up in the middle of nowhere. The people of Azure didn't generally go as far south as Wan had gone and the road was no where near the shrine. The closest landmark was probably the river that flowed south and fed Loch Noa several days down stream. And even then, that was a good half-day's walk from the shrine.
It was enough to make Wan curious and willing to stick around it for a day. He set up camp across from it, a simple oiled cloth tarp to keep the snow off during the night and his bedroll on the ground beneath it after he cleared it of snow. He was curled up there, nearly asleep, when he realized he wasn't alone anymore. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up and tried to make out who was there.]
Middle of March!
Sticks had been bundled and tied together with sturdy strings to form 'logs'. Three had been laid together and bound again to form the flat of the 'table' of the shrine with an actual log split three ways to form a sturdy set of legs. There was a flat rock with a shallow stone bowl on it set to the front of the table and an odd 'picture' made mostly of bird skulls and wing bones tied to a 'weave' of threads set into a stick and string frame.
And on top of being strange, it seemed to be set up in the middle of nowhere. The people of Azure didn't generally go as far south as Wan had gone and the road was no where near the shrine. The closest landmark was probably the river that flowed south and fed Loch Noa several days down stream. And even then, that was a good half-day's walk from the shrine.
It was enough to make Wan curious and willing to stick around it for a day. He set up camp across from it, a simple oiled cloth tarp to keep the snow off during the night and his bedroll on the ground beneath it after he cleared it of snow. He was curled up there, nearly asleep, when he realized he wasn't alone anymore. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up and tried to make out who was there.]
Hello? Is this yours?