She'll attract more attention that way, obviously, but not of the dangerous-looking sort.  Sufficiently powerful Vudrani casters can Fly, but not for long; Overland Flight is less known here, and correspondingly less used for travel.

In almost no time at all, then, she's before an elaborate many-tiered building that has been decorated, but not weakly.  There is nothing about this building that is thin, pretty in a way that is fragile, every ornamentation is wrought in metal and thickly enough that you could envision a hurricane sweeping this temple and leaving it essentially unscathed.

In the outer courtyard of what appears to be the temple's entrance, there is a tall statue of Irori, such as Irori is now reputed, this long time hence, to have appeared in his mortal life.  You must look hard to see that he is muscular beneath the simple robes he wears.  The statue is clad in metal, and colored as some metals may be colored by searing flame of carefully controlled temperature.  It is colored, this statue, but not with paint that could be worn away by time or hurricanes.

(Obviously, most clerics of Irori would consider this immense foolishness even so, but some effort has been made to annoy them less.)

Whatever business the many people in this courtyard were about will be negated by Carissa Sevar flying here, followed by Ri-Dul a respectful distance behind her.  Some gape openly, some do cast her more measured and dignified glances.  At least one of the people gaping at her unabashed looks like she might be a senior monk.

She'll attract much attention that way, obviously, though not of an obviously dangerous-looking sort.  Sufficiently advanced Vudrani casters can Fly, but not for long; Overland Flight is less known here, and correspondingly less used for travel.

In almost no time at all, then, she's before an elaborate many-tiered building that has been decorated, but not weakly.  There is nothing about this building that is thin, pretty in a way that is fragile, all ornamentation is wrought in metal and thickly enough that you could envision a hurricane sweeping this temple and leaving it essentially unscathed.

In the outer courtyard of what appears to be the temple's entrance, there is a tall statue of Irori, such as Irori is now reputed, this long time hence, to have appeared in his mortal life.  You must look hard to see that he is muscular beneath the simple robes he wears.  He strikes no pose.  The statue is clad in metal, and colored as some metals may be colored by searing flame of carefully controlled temperature.  It is colored, this statue, but not with paint that could be worn away by time or hurricanes.

(Obviously, most clerics of Irori would consider this immense foolishness even so, but some effort has been made to annoy them less.)

Whatever business the many people in this courtyard were about will be negated by Carissa Sevar flying here, followed by Ri-Dul a respectful distance behind her.  Some gape openly, some do cast her more measured and dignified glances.  At least one of the people gaping at her unabashed looks like she might be a senior monk.

She'll attract much attention that way, obviously, though not of an obviously dangerous-looking sort.  Sufficiently advanced Vudrani casters can Fly, but not for long; Overland Flight is less known here, and correspondingly less used for travel.

In almost no time at all, then, she's before an elaborate many-tiered building that has been decorated, but not weakly.  There is nothing about this building that is thin, pretty in a way that is fragile, all ornamentation is wrought in metal and thickly enough that you could envision a hurricane sweeping this temple and leaving it essentially unscathed.

In the outer courtyard of what appears to be the temple's entrance, there is a tall statue of Irori, such as Irori is now reputed, this long time hence, to have appeared in his mortal life.  You must look hard to see that he is muscular beneath the simple robes he wears.  He strikes no pose.  The statue is clad in metal, and colored as some metals may be colored by searing flame of carefully controlled temperature.  It is colored, this statue, but not with paint that could be worn away by time or hurricanes.

(Obviously, those who truly understand Irori would consider this immense foolishness even so, but some effort has been made to annoy them less.)

Whatever business the many people in this courtyard were about will be negated by Carissa Sevar flying here, followed by Ri-Dul a respectful distance behind her.  Some gape openly, some do cast her more measured and dignified glances.  At least one of the people gaping at her unabashed looks like she might be a senior monk.

She'll attract much attention that way, obviously, though not of an obviously dangerous-looking sort.  Fewer do fly about these streets than in Absalom.

In almost no time at all, then, she's before an elaborate many-tiered building that has been decorated, but not weakly.  There is nothing about this building that is thin, pretty in a way that is fragile, all ornamentation is wrought in metal and thickly enough that you could envision a hurricane sweeping this temple and leaving it essentially unscathed.

In the outer courtyard of what appears to be the temple's entrance, there is a tall statue of Irori, such as Irori is now reputed, this long time hence, to have appeared in his mortal life.  You must look hard to see that he is muscular beneath the simple robes he wears.  He strikes no pose.  The statue is clad in metal, and colored as some metals may be colored by searing flame of carefully controlled temperature.  It is colored, this statue, but not with paint that could be worn away by time or hurricanes.

(Obviously, those who truly understand Irori would consider this immense foolishness even so, but some effort has been made to annoy them less.)

Whatever business the many people in this courtyard were about will be negated by Carissa Sevar flying here, followed by Ri-Dul a respectful distance behind her.  Some gape openly, some do cast her more measured and dignified glances.  At least one of the people gaping at her unabashed looks like she might be a senior monk.