Lorene
**The Doctor nodded his head along as he listened to what wisdom she had to offer him. He couldn't help but let out a low husky chuckle escape his lips. Divine demons? If what he experienced truly was an act of divine intervention, then his demons were most certainly of a divine sorts. There was truth minced into her words though— that without the presence of Ulmos in his life, he wouldn't have begun this route. No, he'd be complacent with life. He would be satisfied being Vierna's husband, and simply being a doctor in Syvathere. It was Ulmos, and the presence of Atticus Xelnore, that have set Henryk onto this path— one of blackened divine. He would never venture into the darkness in order to discover his _soul_. To understand its shapes, its grooves, to become more aware of who he was.**

**Then, slowly, it began to hit him. To find himself, he must leave this place of complacency he found himself in. He recalled his encounter with the courier, Ethan, about discovering his Magnum Opus. He must reorganize his life, to _"Put things on a different shelf."_ The Half-Human was still young, ignorant of many things. Today, he found himself in a temple, where normally he'd scoff at the idea of being in such a place. What more would he do in order to become more intimate with one's soul?**

**He'd think upon the books Atticus Xelnore donated to him— Mage Hand experimentations, buried and lost to time... He would work to understand magic to a different level. He will be curious, and he will strive for something more than above average. He'd strive for greatness.**

**Aylera would visibly see light entering Henryk's eyes, as he seemed to have a moment of clarity— an epiphany. The Doctor would curl a slight smile, as his curled fingers eased from his thighs.** "...You don't know how much I needed to hear that, Aylera." **He would crane his face upwards, letting the sun kiss upon his face as it passed the stained glass which lined the ceiling. He felt its radiance upon him— perhaps the divine _do_ answer, in the form of a red string of fate that allows people to cross paths.**

**He lowered his head a bit, before looking to her yet again with a more relaxed expression now.** "I want to learn more about theology. If you're willing to enlighten me." **He'd ask the She-Elf.**

"Now that you've left the 'House', what sort of journey have you embarked on thus far? Have you found illumination on your journey yet?" **Yet another simple, yet loaded question. Henryk was good at keeping his words contained. Only intending to say what he wished without over elaborating.** 

**So he sat there, curious of Aylera. He would begin to stand, stretching his legs.** "Lets walk and talk. I find movement helps pace my thoughts."
Patrice
*Happy to have been of some assistance, Aylera returned Henryk's smile and dipped her head respectfully. She was grateful to be of any use, it felt as if she had a purpose now, even if it was only temporary in nature. The changes in his face spoke for him, as hers did for herself. She was more than happy to share her knowledge- although she had a feeling he would have to continue his journey just the same as her to obtain a more worldly view.*

"Why, of course. It would gladden me to share my faith with you, Doctor Henryk. A proverb once spoke, 'In the movement of the body, one may begin to move the mind'." 

*The elven woman stood with him, she hadn't been so sedentary for a long time. Her days spent in meditation were a lovely thing for her exhausted muscles, but they had begun to feel a hint of stiffness. She left her explanation for their walk together, as it was quite the topic they approached. Doctor in toe, they made their way to the entrance of the temple. There was a path nearby that was carved through the greenery of the exterior. Aylera had walked it earlier in the day, but it should be much lovelier now that the sun has warmed the earth.*

"My journey is much the same as yours, looking for a more vast understanding of the world, of divinity. Although I must admit, my wandering has yet to take me very far from my homeland. So, do be wise to mind my own possible biases, as I am sure they are plentiful in the face of an entire world's worth of thought."

*As they moved, Aylera took up her gear from a small alcove in the structure. It was well-known that taking weapons into a place of worship was riddled with disrespect. Her spear made an excellent walking stick anyway, its tip covered with a leather cap, bound with intricate stitching. Slinging her bow over her shoulder, she spoke again, casually taking Henryk down the path.*

"Do pardon my things, I am a bit of a wanderer, and one must be prepared."
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*The path was indeed lovely at this time of day, from the view of the stained glass to the surrounding greenery. The hum of afternoon springtime life filled the air, along with the quiet contemplation of others on scattered benches throughout the exterior area.*

"I happen to have been raised under faith. I am sure you have heard stories of The House of Elk, although perhaps they are more mysterious than I am aware of. Regardless, my knowledge of theology stems from their teachings. Do you wish for a historical overview of the deities I know of, or would you rather continue on this personal note of mine? I am afraid I may bore you if things get too personal, it is not the happiest of tales."

*Catching a glimpse at the man beside her, the color of his eyes seemed to stand out even more against the light. Their icy coloration was lighter even than the sky, which seemed a deep, rich cerulean in their wake. His pale skin too, was another point of difference. Was he born so pale? Or was it due to a lack of sun exposure? Or perhaps it was due to his lack of well-being? Truth be told, she had yet to come into contact with a human-like person. Their variation in appearance was quite an interesting contrast to the wood elves she had been raised with, all the more reason to continue her explorations.*

*Aylera felt no preference for the direction the discussion took, she enjoyed it all the same. However, having mentioned Varis earlier left a distinct taste in her mouth- though she couldn't quite get a feel for what it was exactly.*
Lorene
**The sun kissed his skin. It had felt nice to be in the light, the radiance washing over him. For the moment, with some clarity now in mind, he felt more attuned with everything which surrounded him. The passing of the wind tickling against his body, the ambient sound of the temple's nature, along with people of various walks of life busily moving in and out of the location. He took a moment to take the world in— to allow himself to mix and meld into the environment and become engrossed by it. To admire life and what it had to offer, and to be unbothered by the demons which haunt him— something he desired to practice in order to untether himself from his mortal worries. A practice which would take time to become accustomed too. He shouldn't be impatient— he should rush the process. Life itself had been a journey with no true end, and perhaps he simply needed to slow down.**

**He walked the green path with Alyera once he become focused once more, footsteps trailing behind her as he guided her through the area.** "I've read about the divine time and time again. However words and descriptions can only grant so much insight— I wish to hear yours. Whether or not it is a happy tale, I am use to life's woes. My occupation is to heal and rehabilitate those who cannot do so themselves." **He'd remind the She-Elf, having listened in on his fair share of tragedies.**

"When I was being mentored, the man who taught me would go to symposiums with me where he and other scholars would argue and debate about various subject matters— sharing their thoughts and opinions. It was there where I learned that hearing the insight and critiques of others granted an elevated view. If you are rigid in your view, and unwilling to accept new ideas, then you are destined to stagnate." **Henryk would explain to Alyera.** "I've taken that lesson and applied to my study in Medical Arcana. Learning both Traditional and Modern medicine in order to elevate my understanding of Alchemy." **He paused in order to look at the some leaves which blossomed upon a tree branch.** "Now... I want to elevate my understanding of myself, and the world— something which you've already expressed a sentiment towards." 

**His eyes would meet with her figure as the pair stopped in their trek, standing among nature. Here, some snow remained but slowly melted away, as everything was so _green._ Soon, this green canvas would be painted with colour by the time summer arrived in the months coming.**

"Tell me your view, Aylera. Lets have a mock symposium of our own. Let nature be our audience as we discuss..." **He would grant her a small smile, something to welcome her to express her personal thoughts and beliefs. This was what Henryk was here for, after all. A different perspective.**

**What were these personal notes of yours, Aylera?**