[She kneels on the ledge, wringing out her top as best she can. Vaguely she wishes she had the purifying embers from home—it’d be nice to instantly dry herself, but she’s not sure if they’d somehow be cursed…
She looks up in surprise and takes the jacket again, pulling it around her shoulders with a shiver.] You’re soaked too… [She mumbles in mild protest, standing up and trying to squeeze more excess water out of her clothes and hair]
Mm. The mountain was considered holy to begin with. People believed that life came from water, and to water life should return. The water on the mountain especially was considered a sort of living deity. That it contained the spirit of a god.
The summit had an entrance into the underworld and from it the yomi—water poisoned from the underworld—would flow. The priestesses would purify the water as it flowed down from the top, turning it was clean and pure. The yomi could corrupt spirits and taint people; it could kill someone, slowly erode them away and draw people into the world of spirits.
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She looks up in surprise and takes the jacket again, pulling it around her shoulders with a shiver.] You’re soaked too… [She mumbles in mild protest, standing up and trying to squeeze more excess water out of her clothes and hair]
Mm. The mountain was considered holy to begin with. People believed that life came from water, and to water life should return. The water on the mountain especially was considered a sort of living deity. That it contained the spirit of a god.
The summit had an entrance into the underworld and from it the yomi—water poisoned from the underworld—would flow. The priestesses would purify the water as it flowed down from the top, turning it was clean and pure. The yomi could corrupt spirits and taint people; it could kill someone, slowly erode them away and draw people into the world of spirits.