The Water Circle - Questions

[Timmean]

It's about mid-afternoon when Timmean approaches the water circle. Placing his staff on the ground, he takes a moment to glance at the surrounding scenery, pausing to stare at the glittering open ocean. Smiling softly, he sits and closes his eyes, extending his hands so they rest at the very edge of the magical circle. As he sits quietly, he meditates on the properties of water; its beauty and power, its stillness and rage, it's cool touch and harsh edge. After some time, he shifts his focus to a specific thought; a question. Extending his hands slightly further into the magical energy, he directs his question outward:

My Lord, the Lord of water and all its ways, I come with a question. Word has come to us of a danger; a rift. Some damage to our world which can be the source of monsters. Please, if you have any information that we should know, I beg an audience. But regardless, I remain your thankful and dedicated servant.

[Timmean]

After a few hours, Timmean lets out a long breath and slowly opens his eyes. His meditation finished, he stands, gazes at the sea for a few moments, then turns and walks back toward the inn and his farm.