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Faith
"It is no mistake, good sir, to follow the heart that led you here...!"
The voice that harkened the warrior was gentle, but it followed the Damaran to the doors where, bolstered by the endlessly trickling fountains that caressed the stone-walled chamber, echoed back to him in a beseechment rather than a dismissal.
Like most of Sune's clergy, the young woman that stood in the foyer was the picture of disarming perfection, as though she would have been one of several versions of Lady Love herself in person. Carefully coifed hair, porcelain skin, rosebud lips, eyes full-lashed and wide as a doll's - all of these accentuated with the most polished of manners, Kvetla of Sune was in possession of all the things that beckoned in humanity the subconscious desire for that which was beautiful.
Yet while possessed of all the blessings of her goddess, Kvetla of Sune did not impose her ideals on the cowled stranger who had entered the sanctuary. Instead, she waited to see if he would heed her call, and then added in mellifluous tones:
"Will you stay? The water is warm. There is no better way than to listen to the words of Lady Love wrapped in Her embrace," she gestures to Merney's attire. "Unburdened by the threads of today and yesterday."
The voice that harkened the warrior was gentle, but it followed the Damaran to the doors where, bolstered by the endlessly trickling fountains that caressed the stone-walled chamber, echoed back to him in a beseechment rather than a dismissal.
Like most of Sune's clergy, the young woman that stood in the foyer was the picture of disarming perfection, as though she would have been one of several versions of Lady Love herself in person. Carefully coifed hair, porcelain skin, rosebud lips, eyes full-lashed and wide as a doll's - all of these accentuated with the most polished of manners, Kvetla of Sune was in possession of all the things that beckoned in humanity the subconscious desire for that which was beautiful.
Yet while possessed of all the blessings of her goddess, Kvetla of Sune did not impose her ideals on the cowled stranger who had entered the sanctuary. Instead, she waited to see if he would heed her call, and then added in mellifluous tones:
"Will you stay? The water is warm. There is no better way than to listen to the words of Lady Love wrapped in Her embrace," she gestures to Merney's attire. "Unburdened by the threads of today and yesterday."
“Violence is the mark of the amateur.” ― Garrett, Thief: The Dark Project
Kallian | Delorwyn Lle'quellas | Wilhemina Alencar | Zalika Maszim Zartusht
Cedric Lesàre
Kallian | Delorwyn Lle'quellas | Wilhemina Alencar | Zalika Maszim Zartusht
Cedric Lesàre
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