Although Braavos was shrouded in thick fog year-round and bordered the Shivering Sea to the north, the cold currents and fierce winds from the northern ice fields would mysteriously veer toward the Narrow Sea once they reached the city. As a result, heavy rain and snow were rare.
It seemed Braavos truly was a place blessed by the gods.
Yet lately, torrential downpours had come one after another, leaving a considerable amount of rainwater in the deep pit of the Dragonpit behind the Sanctuary of the Blessed.
The intense heat had vitrified the pit, making it difficult for the rainwater to seep into the ground. It would probably become a deep pool someday.
Even the weirwood at the center of the Dragonpit stood soaking in the rainwater. But it was the largest of all the weirwoods, so although almost half of it was submerged, its survival was not threatened.
Perhaps because Danyla had branded her own outline onto this weirwood, and because the space within the human-skin mask beneath it was rich in magical energy, it already grew much faster than other weirwoods.
The Sanctuary of the Blessed had recently been roofed over, so the rain did not affect work inside. Both Danyla and Lysandro were perfectionists, however, so although the roof was complete, refining the details would still take a long time.
Every day, between hunting and practicing the Water Dance, Danyla would go and admire the paintings Lysandro and his painters were working on. They had collected many stories about those forgotten deities and turned them into murals.
This quickly gave visitors to the Sanctuary of the Blessed a clear understanding of those deities. Every day, Danyla had people distribute clothing and food outside the sanctuary. All the recipients needed to do in return was enter and pay