Warm thoughts

Raen opened the lid. It was very stable so that you could use the chest as a bench. He took the things out reverently. First the clothes he still owned: a second winter dari, already a little too small, a pair of trousers, a belt, a cap, two undergarments, a nightgown, some loincloths and a pair of gaiters. He wouldn't need any of that anymore, except for the loincloths and the shoes he was wearing. In the temple he would only wear the three-part yellow priest's robe. Raen put the clothes aside. Shani wanted to see to their fair distribution. She had the best overview of which child needed what.

Next, Raen took the small green-glazed clay bottle of oil and the bone comb from the chest. He looked a little wistfully at the two objects. There was no way he would need them anymore, not even the leather hairbands. A priest's shaved head didn't need a comb or hair oil! Raen thought Resa would be happy to have them. Raen unconsciously ran his way through the long strands of hair tha