The Temple Kath yawned. The young acolyte paused in her rounds to wipe away the tears her yawning had brought to the corners of her round, hazel eyes. Fighting back exhaustion, she resumed softly murmuring the prayers for the goddess' protection and continued pacing alongside the marble columns that held up the roof and formed the outer boundary of the main temple. She held out in front of her a small silver lantern, lit earlier that day by a spark from the holy flame inside the temple sanctuary.
As she chanted, stifling another yawn, Kath thought longingly of her pallet in the novice's dormitory, going cold yet again. By tradition, each night, a tri