Lauryn
*Arcturus would approach the Temple of the Gods, stopping for a moment outside to take in its beauty. Every day almost instinctively at 3 in the afternoon Arcturus would make his way to the Temple for prayer. He found this constant cycle was good for his spirits, and as such he would continue it today. Entering the temple, he would walk to the shrine, his sword at his side swinging with the movement of his body. Arriving at the shrine to his patron Karama, he would remove his sword and set it off to his side, kneeling down and removing his helmet. The Aasimar would begin his daily prayer, focusing on the shrine as he relaxed.*
Keith
To say the last few days were eventful would be.. A definite understatement. She had most likely gotten on the bad side of Prince Astalios's bad side and made an enemy of her sister all in one day. Right now, she needed some sort of guidance, and the best place to do that was the Temple of the Gods in Alynthi's Capital city. Entering the massive doors, the paladin Winrae sauntered her way over to where her patron goddesses shrine, Kamara, was at. It definitely wasn't strange to see other people in front of the Goddess of Justice's shrine, especially not a fellow aasimar, but the sight warmed Winrae's heart nonetheless.

Rather than disturb him, Winrae stayed back a few feet and dropped to a single knee just as the male in front of her did. Her greatsword stayed on her back, and she too entered a state of prayer. Winrae's large and golden armor jostled and clanged every so quietly, making her presence known to the man in front of her. Being a paladin of Kamara, she couldn't help but smile seeing a fellow worshipper of her patron god doing the same as she was.
Lauryn
*Arcturus would finish his first prayer, the last of the verse leaving him in a quiet whisper as to not disturb others in the temple. Even though he was relaxed, he was still alert to his surroundings. Being a knight wasn't also a popular position, especially as a Warden of the Shield Guardians. Not turning his head to face the other individual as he knew anonymity was something some people preferred in times of need, he'd simply speak up addressing the warrior behind him.*
"Have you also come in need of guidance from Kamara?"
Keith
"Yes, in fact." Winrae let out a gentle sigh, slightly surprised he had spoke up to her presence. Finishing her own prayer, she raised her head and glanced over to him, taking note of the fact he had yet to turn around. The paladin soon became unsure if she should divulge her issues to a stranger, though she supposed she could make her words a bit more devoid of exact issues and give her problems a bit of anonymity. Winrae closed her eyes for a long moment before finally voicing her issues to the fellow aasimar, "Lately I've been struggling with anger besting my better judgement. With a station such as mine, I cannot afford such slip ups."

Winrae's voice may have been recognizeable to the knight, given she was a royal guard, paladin and fellow aasimar. She was known as the Winged Stag, Kamara's Chosen; those titles were earned through hard work and dedication to the Goddess of Justice and the Kingdom of Alynthi, not to be taken lightly in the slightest. If the knight didn't know her voice, it'd sound extremely proud, even in such a defeated tone as she had in the moment.
Lauryn
*Arcturus would listen intently as the stranger spoke, taking note of the voice of this individual. From the start he could tell this was someone he knew. Maybe not personally, but he had seen them, perhaps even heard them spoke. From the clattering of armor he heard earlier, he knew it was a warrior, perhaps one of the guards of the Capital. As she spoke he'd take note of the word choice she provided, especially the final part. Perhaps she was a Commander or a Royal Guard then. Not many would speak in that manner. He knew he'd be able to place who this was if he just turned around, but he decided that she deserved the respect of Anonymity and the choice to reveal her identity in a place like this. He'd think on what she had said for a moment longer before responding calmly.*
"Anger is a strong cloud of judgement. I know I personally have encountered that feeling many times before. I find peace in knowing though, that Kamara is guiding me through those times, as I'm sure she is for you as well."
Keith
The mention of Kamara caused a slight hitch in Winrae's breathing. She wasn't crying nor on the verge of doing so, but the mention of her patron Goddess left a considerable pang in her heart. For a long while, *Kamara was silent.* How could Winrae carry the title of 'Kamara's Chosen' if the patron Goddess had been silent to her chosen individual. A Goddess of her stature surely had plenty to worry about, but a god's reach is never-ending, or she she and everyone else believed. Had she done something to wrong the Goddess? These are the thoughts that plagued her the most, but she refused to share that Kamara had not reached out or simply touched Winrae to let the paladin know she was watching in weeks. Perhaps this is why she had been so angry as of late.

"I'm not so sure of your words, brother." Winrae slowly stood, her armor clanking a bit before she finally walked up beside her fellow aasimar. Staring up at the shrine of Kamara, Winrae's glowing yellow eyes seemed dimmer than usual. If the knight did recognize her voice, he'd surely recognize her fiery red hair. Winrae's eyes seemed cast down a bit toward the base of the shrine, her voice a bit more defeated than it was before. "I can't tell if she's testing me or forgetting me. Even saying such a thing makes me feel as though I'm offending her. Shouldn't I be able to tell the difference?"
Lauryn
*Arcturus' head would turn as the Aasimar made her identity known. Winrae Kaliyah, Kamara's Chosen. The Knight had seen her many occasions before, but never had a true interaction with her. While surprising, he found it fitting that two Aasimars would encounter each other in front of her shrine. He would rise to meet her, grabbing his sword and reattaching to his hip, and picking up his helmet, holding it under his left arm. He'd turn his head towards her, his gold eyes glowing with the optimism he normally has about him.*

"I am a mere knight, not a prophet nor a god, but if I may. I believe every day is a test. A test to our will, our resolve, and our judgement. No matter who you are, she judges us equally on the weight of our actions, and what we believe is right. None of us know, or can know what she is planning, nor when she decides to make an appearance in our minds or actions. What I truly believe though, is that she has not given up on us. Especially a person of your stature. Even with that stature though, please do not feel down on yourself for not knowing the future. We are not gods, we can only have faith." *He'd finish his thoughts with the hope he had helped in someway. His words may mean nothing to this person, especially because of his rank in society in comparison, but he hoped that they would help them through their time of difficulty.*
Keith
Winrae listened attentively to the knight's words, but they still didn't seem to crack the doubts that plagued her mind. She did cast her gaze away from the shrine over to the figure next to her and offered a slightly concerned look. Winrae was still unsure about it all, but she simply had to ask, "Do you ever feel her? In your heart, your mind, your soul?" Winrae allowed her gaze to climb back up to the shrine once more, and soon she found her feet moving to walk around it as she studied it. Placing her armored arm behind her back and clasping her hands together, she began to slow walk around the shrine of Kamara as she continued to speak.

"I used to feel her each and every time I'd pray to her. A warmth in my heart and mind. Even if she's never directly spoken a word to me, she's empowered me each and every day to continue to do what I've been doing since I was knighted as paladin of Kamara; fight off evil and those who would dare cross the laws the kingdom of Alynthi has laid down for its people and anyone who set foot in its borders." Now around the backside of the shrine, Winrae would be out of view for only a second before she came around the other side, continuing, "Each time I put down an evil being or a lawbreaker, I felt her. The swell of pride for a job well done. For doing what it is she created you and I to do."

Stopping now on the other side of the knight. Her yellow glowing eyes soon fell onto the knight's golden hues. A frown was on her face, but she then asked. "I've continued to do those very same things. Yet I haven't felt her presence for nearly a month's time. I don't wish to doubt your optimism or Kamara for that matter but- why have the title 'Kamara's Chosen' if she's all but left me..?"
Lauryn
*Arcturus would listen intently as the Chosen spoke, watching as she walked around the shrine. Upon asking him that question, he immediately pondered it. Unlike her, Kamara's presence was a rarer occurrence, normally appearing to him in his times of need. He wasn't her Chosen though, which is why he never thought more of it. Perhaps he had more to prove, or he hadn't discovered his true purpose yet. Millions of ideas and thoughts appeared, ones he could ponder for years to come. He pushed them aside though, staying in the moment for the time being.*

*He'd meet her gaze, straightening his posture slightly, realizing he wasn't standing fully straight up. Nervous habit perhaps to slouch.*
"Perhaps you don't feel her anymore because you don't need to. You are her chosen. This may be a test to see how you respond on your own, or she has entrusted you with this responsibility, and felt she no longer needs to directly supervise you. While I am not her, and I do not know your daily activities, I do believe that this in some form is true."