Conflux-The Capital City of planet Apraxis.
"How are the preparations for the Sojourn coming along?" A tall, handsome young man, standing with his hands folded behind his back at a very high balcony that overlooked a sprawling mass of people below, asked. "The pious seem to be especially diligent this year… There is still more than a month before the start of the Sojourn and yet they already fill the streets to the brim every morning." He stated plainly.
Another man in purple robes, standing behind him with his head bowed respectfully, replied, "I believe it is due to the fact that this year, another Saintess, and her blessed will be chosen, My Lord."
The young man's eye twitched slightly, "Another Saintess? What's so great about that…?" he muttered to himself like he was trying to really understand the reasoning of the people below. "It happens every ten years. So why haven't they gotten used to it yet…?" He asked softly.
