Temple
Ohanzee throws himself wholeheartedly into the ceremony having made the decision that this is a good idea. He commits to memory all that he can manage using his training as an entertainer to try to memorise the stories and myths, prayers and songs.
He makes gifts of his soul, refreshed from his battle with the disease spirits after the night of dream filled sleep. As well as the fleeting gifts he offers a permanent portion of his soul in the temple, the second such gift in this place in twenty four hours and he feels the bond between himself and the temple intensify and his understanding of the bond between River and Earth grows.
Temple - Post Ceremony
(OOC: I expect that this is not for some time but I didn't want to ignore your post Amara :)
Once the ceremony draws to an end he starts towards the priest's chamber to remove the robes and other garb.
He asks the spirit
"Whitewood said that the Aldryami Lords hid a seed of Genert down here by the River somewhere. She said that we must recover it and take it to the remaining Aldryami Lords."
"Do you know anything of this, can you tell us anything of the buildings over the river?"
He emerges from the temple with
Amara and follows her gaze over the River as she speaks.
"They said precious, not powerful. They also said 'her' and 'she'. I'm certain that what they spoke of was the poor pure harpy."
He turns to glance at her as she continues to look over the river and the wind picks up her red hair
Beautiful. Like the red of the Earth where the clay comes to the surface.
Forgetting himself
Ohanzee leans over and kisses her cheek, but then remembers himself and draws back as a wave of blood floods his cheeks turning them the same red! He walks quickly into the river.