#servantofmila

Emmeryn eyed the brightly colored treat consideringly, and then smiled gently. “Oh, absolutely! I doubt I could eat a whole one by myself, they are exceptionally sweet.”

[For @servantofmila, continued from here]

Grimacing, Python sighs and mutters a rare, "Sorry." He's not necessarily sorry for what he said, but she's not used to his cynicism the way that some people are, can't just tune it out or snap back like Forsyth usually does. He hadn't meant to upset her. He'd only wandered into the medical tent to get a wound on his arm re-dressed, but the moment he'd pulled back the flap, it was clear he'd picked the wrong time. The face of the man lying on the cot- before Silque had gently lifted the sheet to cover it- was only familiar in passing, but thankfully not mangled beyond recognition as some are. If not for the hole in his chest, he could be sleeping. A rare small mercy, Python supposes.

The truth is that, no matter how much he sees death, it never gets any easier. It's nothing new- he'd watched children sicken and starve as the famine worsened before he ever saw battle. But as often as he may be accused of callousness, it's far from the truth. It's merely easier to cover anything he might feel with forced nonchalance- to numb himself- than to give voice to the empty dread that dwelling on the death all around them brings.

8) a frustrated text

@servantofmila // From Here!

Silque agreed with the sentiment. Love was a very powerful force. It could drive people, for good or for ill, but Silque saw it as a beautiful thing. Something that motivated people mainly for good causes. It was just like what Izana said. Love changed people and it shaped them. The people you’d love would always be a part of you, no matter what.

Silque smiled softly, shaking her head. “I do not have anyone I love romantically no. My duties do not leave time for it. I am not barred from loving people, but my faith and my purpose have always been the most important thing. I have loved people. I was thinking about how events in my past changed me. Someone I loved died. That changes you most of all.”

She paused for a moment. “I am not sure what my fortune would even say.”

“Ahh,” he begins, smile briefly dimming in its exuberance. “I can, like, totally understand that. I’ve had many important duties I needed to tend to from a young age and it hasn’t left much room for a social life until more recently.” Not to mention that he, too, is devout (as a direct decedent of his gods, how could he be any less). Yet the faith they hold is for different deities and he considered it just as much a duty as ruling over Izumo. So, he says no more. “And... well, we’ve all lost someone at some point in our lives. But it seems to me that you haven’t allowed your loss to misguide you and that’s definitely a good thing. You know?” 

Cocoa. More cocoa. “Just what I was after! How did you know? Gosh, the chief gave me a mug of stuff earlier, and I’ve been hooked ever since, and it’s just so good, you know?” He was going a mile a minute, showing no signs of slowing down until suddenly… he stopped. 

If briefly.

@servantofmila is making Dorothy a full of herself like this:

Silque shook her heed. Well it wasn’t the most eloquent of situations, but it wasn’t that awkward was it? She might have a different opinion on the matter, but it could have been worse. She was on the edge of a river, still in her smallclothes. She had fallen into the river only a few minutes prior and now her outer wear was drying on a low branch. She had planned to wait here until they were dry enough to wear comfortably, thankful for the sun high in the sky.

Then she heard someone crash through the underbrush and this woman appeared. Silque had froze, worried for a brief moment of being attacked in this state, but it appeared she did not need to worry. Whoever this stranger was, she seemed almost embarrassed about stumbling upon Silque mostly undressed.

“I didn’t expect anyone to come by here. I.. It is not that awkward is it?”

Receiving a mission from another Church was awkward enough, especially after introducing herself as Saint Elimine’s bodyguard. Sure, it was fairly better than traveling with Father Saul, and certainly, like Elimine, traveling and helping others was a good thing... But this was different, better, certainly, but different.

While Dorothy avoided lowering her gaze to any other part of the woman’s body, after giving a close looked at the clothes that were drying on the side of the river, she noticed a familiar set of clothes. “I stumbled into a pretty nun in her underwear...” she muttered, hopefully far away enough from the girl to not be heard.

Quickly, she covered her eyes in an attempt to conceal her own sight from such a view, it’d be improper to keep looking, even if it was a minor thing. “Excuse me, Sister, I was very dumb I didn’t think I’d find you here...” The other members of the pilgrimage were somewhere else, and it was Dorothy’s mission to make sure everyone was good and well. It was natural for her to seek Sister Silque, right?

      The image of the Holy Mother stands before a small band of warriors, those who have fought those who dirty Her land with misdeeds and ill acts. She brings an ambiance of comfort, somewhat like a loved one. Faye didn’t understand this whole belief as much as those who have studied under the priory, but it was what she was taught to believe in. Even in the absence of her blessing, the girl didn’t blame the Goddess for anything.