Katernin had just finished her morning prayers, but she lingered a little longer in the nourishing light of the sun.  She always looked forward to time spent alone, meditating in the glades outside Talasha, and today had been no exception.  Finally, though, she realized she would have to return to the temple, where her duties as cleric awaited her. The light glinted off her flaxen hair as she moved, and warmed the simple linen dress that she wore.  A silver disk engraved with the symbol of Sunar hung around her neck, and she touched it, offering another silent prayer of thanks to Sunar as she walked back in the direction of the city.