A Morning Under the Eternal Sun
Eikaenion rose from his bow and watched the new Arcas and the Princess Royal depart the hallowed halls of the Most High. His meditations had been undisturbed, but he was attuned to the sacred space and rose out of his stillness to show proper deference even though, in some ways, he held more authority in this space than did Eikaen's own son. But he was not proud, this ancient elf.
Thoughtful eyes shifted from the arc of the grand entrance toward the statue that stood in place of the Unknowable. A novice walked in, saw the contemplative, listening look on the aged priest's face and quit the room. Many assumed that Pater Eikaenion had a true and real connection with the Divine; his fellow priests knew.
There was a moment where one might have called his mien troubled, but he shifted thoughts around within himself like stones shifting in a stream and then the flow of his thoughts were undisturbed once more.
"Yes."