[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Sunny plonks herself down onto the ground a good bit of distance from the bulk of the group, a flat look on her face. To see the gifts of her God used in such a blasphemous way... it truly pained her soul. She hated seeing this exploitation... Progress deserved to be far more than a figurehead for such a crusade...



"This is most horrific... I shall offer a prayer..." She clasps her hands together and bows her head, speaking under her breath. "Progress... as your humble servant, I pray for a way to relieve you of this sacrilege. Offer me but a sign and I shall act upon it..." Sunny trails off, shifting into a more internal prayer.