IT WAS AN INNOCENT SMILE that crept onto the blonde’s face as she regarded the snow now splattered all over lexa’s clothes. “ did someone actually manage to hit you with a snowball, woods? i’m SHOCKED. “ like it wasn’t totally her doing. 

     going from dead asleep to wide awake like flipping a switch, it’s no wonder she finds herself both barefoot, coat-less & still in her nightgown in the middle of the night ; shotgun in one hand & lantern in the other. the horses quiet their braying but the dogs still pace at the bottom of the ladder that lead up to the loft. it’s their barking that had woken her up. usually a commotion in the barn meant coyotes or a fox, & it wouldn’t be the first time she’d had to scare them off the property.       but coyotes didn’t climb, & there’s no mistaking the dogs had corenered something on the second level. a mountain lion, perhaps? a trail of spattered blood leads the way, the confused cowgirl following after until she stands just below the loft. “ ‘lo? “ she calls, hand out to silence the dogs. they hush, sitting & waiting for further command. 

     a shuffling noise responds to her greeting, & valentine starts up the ladder one step at a time until she can peer over the floorboards. nothing she can see. whatever it was was hurt, though. daring to set down the shotgun, propping it safely out of harms way, she takes the lantern & starts up the ladder again. the warm glow of the fire spills over the floor & she can see a shadow move just out of sight. 

     “ come on out now, i ain’t gunna hurt ya. “ she weaves past the bales of hay, nearly jumping out of her skin when she about trips over something. a leg? turning around, she raises the lantern to shed light on the ...

     “ what n’ sam heck are y’ doin’ out here? “ 

     green eyes fall upon the smear of blood on the woman’s shirt, “ oh, -- “ it looked bad. valentine offers a hand to help her up. “ we need t’ get ya inside so i can patch that up. can y’ walk? “

     the open cathedral sprawls in elaborate maze of angelic statuettes & rows of pews left unoccupied save the straggling sinner come to seek their blessing like starved dogs sniffing for scraps. they wail their desires into the silence, each prayer swallowed by the massive space that is the church. echoing away until there is nothing left but hollow fulfillment. it’s when the candles flicker low, their wax nearly spent & the night creeps in that the church finally sits empty save for it’s keeper. 

     but tonight one such late-comer slips between the doorways no more than a shadow, & despite the silver & gold of heavy armor, makes hardly a noise against the barren stone. the church organs weep softly, muffled by stagnant air but it rings clearly & beautifully. on the bench sits the cleric, fingers dancing over the keys like remembering the steps to a favorite dance ; yet as the figure approaches, the music slows but does not stop. 

     “ it is late in the night, child. “ she speaks & perhaps it would alarm few in the femininity that was her voice. how unorthodox to entertain a female cleric in the house of god. the next verse of the song comes & goes before she utters another word. “ do you come seeking forgiveness? “

     a rhetorical question for most but she dares ask it, & expects similar answer to those who have come before. yet when she’s met by silence the woman finishes the song & drops her hands to her lap, dusting herself as she pushes away from the instrument to turn & peer at the -- woman in her presence.

     her mouth falls into a pleasantly surprised ‘oh’ of recognition, then the smile that curves at her lips is far too sinful for the robes she dons. “ knight lexa, “ she greets, stepping down from behind the altar to peer over her with a gaze that is far too knowing. “ i’m humbled by your presence, captain. is there something i can help you with? “

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