The stillness was broken as sharply as a shattering cup.
The once serene hall was turned into what I could describe only as ants scurrying to swarm and devour a cube of sugar. Clergy and Templemen alike heaved and shoved aside their peers, some even climbing over others as they made a hurried attempt to be the first to stand before me.
Aithara and Auytus remained rooted to their spots, not from their innate composure, but from how taken aback they were by the lack of composure displayed by Temple workers, people known for their meekness now exhibiting such unbecoming behaviour before an Archon, their Queen, and most importantly their God.
"Aithara, aren't you going to..." gesturing at the unruly crowd, conveyed more than a thousand words could ever have
"Right." Her voice was light as she said it, the tone of someone who didn't quite know what to do, despite wanting to do it
