@bishopmaxwell These were the moments she cherished most, the twilight in the early morning, dew glittering on the grass and plants in the low light of the rising sun and the stillness that accompanied it; those who dwelled within the walls of The Vatican were sleeping now, leaving the air still and soft with the absence of sound. Her bare feet padded silently over the ground, feeling an odd sense of peace, having half a mind to rouse Father Anderson to enjoy the energy of the dimming evening, but thought better of it - he would be up soon enough to lead morning mass; he needed his rest. She hummed softly to herself as she moved toward the fountain, taking a seat on its edge, allowing her toes to graze the water's surface, lengthy hair spilling over her shoulders as she looked over the plants briefly before allowing her eyes to slide shut, focusing on the flickers of life she could feel coursing through the flora and fauna living within the boundaries of the holy lands, before feeling...something else; something too large to be a tree or bird. Her golden, mismatched eyes opened slowly, glowing in the low light of the coming dawn in the direction of the energy with a sense of disappointment...a human...of course.