As the afternoon cool sunlight filtered down on the remains of the once broken church, cobwebs hanging in the air as the floorboards creaked underneath, a certain Fin'ullen tread on once familiar lands, standing to a halt near a certain altar. Her voice calls out:
"Hello, anyone here?"
Silence, wind, and the steady crash of waves is the only thing she gets. Breathing a sigh of relief, unsure if she would have liked to see them again, she glances over to the altar, setting down a jade dragon statue.
She then clasps her hands together, in a prayer.
"Hey Nox, it's me again. I know you've left my side since what happened..especially since I'm Void-touched now, but I'm not here for me, I'm here for The Prophet, your wise-guy." She gave a chuckle, "Well, more like 'not' wise-guy, more delusional...but still. I guess I'm worried about them, worried about their health, and worried about their future. I know it's not something I can control but.."
She paused, thinking.
"I think they weren't lying about not being upset the letter, I think it as to do with something else. Ugh..maybe if I did this, maybe if I did that, you know when you start thinking of 'what if's', you've messed up. I just hope they know I'm here, maybe on the sidelines sure.."
She rolled her shoulders, thinking.
"If laws where changed and reserved, and I was hunted, would I be the same as Prophet? Shunned and abandoned? Maybe now...things will be ok, I just hope the same for them."
The red-head dropped her hands, moving to exit the church and leave behind the statue.
@Ghirko
