There were many in the temple tasked with caring for orphans or child dedicates or temple raised wards. But it was Lark and Rosethorn that housed the mage born. And it made sense, they were two of the most powerful mages in the world. It was understood that they could raise the children gently and keep their gifts more or less under control.
His question led to such a sad look on Lark's face, and she lifted her mug to sip at it slowly.
"A great and terrible plague. She was the only survivor. Her family was traveling as they were wont to do, they had all these 'scandalous' ideas that nobility should know all sorts of people, common and noble, foreign and local, of all walks of life, so they can best care for their people. Sadly a smallpox epidemic came upon the city and her parents died quickly. There was rioting over the illness, and blame of outsiders. Her nursemaid was able to hide her in a magically hidden cellar before being slain by the mob. Poor Sandry was alone in the darkness for many days after her lantern ran out. If it hadn't been for Nico's vision, she would never have been found."
And, poor thing, had needed the full four months of travel from Hatar to her Uncle's domain to recover.
"She was a very lonely girl after that, cared for though she was by her uncle. Nobility don't give much or often to rubbing elbows with the lower classes, so she'd been isolated from many of her rank in her life. And her uncle had no wife or children and few children in his home, so it was suggested to him that she foster her for a time at the Circle Temple, as many young noble-women are sent to the temple for a few years to learn."
He likely wouldn't be pleased to learn that the girls learned 'womanly' arts there, like embroidery and etiquette and other things of that manner, and Sandry's interest in weaving was being chided as below her. But they care for other things too, like helping girls learn how to run households, so the Temple did try their best to give those noble girls what they needed to get by. It was the other women that had far more varied lessons, becoming whatever they found themselves called to. Healers and smiths and carpenters, warriors and weavers and farmers. The circle gods and goddesses called and the vocations they sang with were always taken seriously.
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His question led to such a sad look on Lark's face, and she lifted her mug to sip at it slowly.
"A great and terrible plague. She was the only survivor. Her family was traveling as they were wont to do, they had all these 'scandalous' ideas that nobility should know all sorts of people, common and noble, foreign and local, of all walks of life, so they can best care for their people. Sadly a smallpox epidemic came upon the city and her parents died quickly. There was rioting over the illness, and blame of outsiders. Her nursemaid was able to hide her in a magically hidden cellar before being slain by the mob. Poor Sandry was alone in the darkness for many days after her lantern ran out. If it hadn't been for Nico's vision, she would never have been found."
And, poor thing, had needed the full four months of travel from Hatar to her Uncle's domain to recover.
"She was a very lonely girl after that, cared for though she was by her uncle. Nobility don't give much or often to rubbing elbows with the lower classes, so she'd been isolated from many of her rank in her life. And her uncle had no wife or children and few children in his home, so it was suggested to him that she foster her for a time at the Circle Temple, as many young noble-women are sent to the temple for a few years to learn."
He likely wouldn't be pleased to learn that the girls learned 'womanly' arts there, like embroidery and etiquette and other things of that manner, and Sandry's interest in weaving was being chided as below her. But they care for other things too, like helping girls learn how to run households, so the Temple did try their best to give those noble girls what they needed to get by. It was the other women that had far more varied lessons, becoming whatever they found themselves called to. Healers and smiths and carpenters, warriors and weavers and farmers. The circle gods and goddesses called and the vocations they sang with were always taken seriously.