OCtober Day 13: Cross Sunday
Exploring the mystical hidden islands, though fascinating, was a rather tiring venture. On my quest to provide tribute for the gods, I’d been hopping between temples, leaving gifts in my wake. From my reconnaissance, the next on the list was the deity known as Charm. The list was long in what was deemed acceptable, though I’d be made to understand the gifts were somewhat reflective of themselves and another. Their partner, perhaps, I gathered from context. At the temple, I knelt down and produced a beautiful antique I’d been holding back for just the right moment. It was an old, handcrafted fan made by a Japanese courtesan I once shared a meal with. It was sewn together with thread and peacock feathers. Once the delicate piece had been laid down, I found myself growing quite peckish. To my great luck, there appeared to be a tea emporium connected to the deity in question’s temple. I made sure I looked presentable, then casually wandered over to have a look. The emporium’s ar...