Jun 9, 2017
@servantofmila
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.
Despite having such curt and abrupt conversations before, she turns to one that probably knows her like the back of her hand. “Hello, Silque.”
