He made his way up the steps of the building, his heels making only soft clacks on the stone. It wasn't often he came here, but he needed to clear his head.
There was no one else in, and he walked along the aisle until he reached the altar, where he knelt. A simple altar, nothing more than a small white marble pedestal with a vase of flowers. Today there were white lilies.
He closed his eyes and began to not so much pray but just express his feelings and ask for some peace. Unconsciously, he muttered the words as he thought them, feeling so much relief from this.
Then he heard footsteps behind him. Without turning around, he knew exactly who it was, and a smirk crossed his features. His eyes fluttered open.
"I didn't think the Composer needed to pray."
He stood up. "You assume too much."
The person behind him scoffed. "Everyone's outside. When you're ready." The footsteps walked away from him, and he heard the door shut.
He went to the altar and took one of the flowers out, bringing it up to smell.
The smirk fell off his face. Even a Composer needed some comfort every now and then.