RE: [IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight
04-09-2020, 07:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-09-2020, 07:49 PM by Bigshot.)
All of this prayer has Mazelina a touch uncomfortable. Still, hope in these trying times is hope, and she's not about to yell at Sunny for her worship. The other woman had more than proven that she was willing to help when it really matters. That speaks far louder volumes than any mumblings to a god that may or may not even exist.
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"I would want to help all the injured, I suppose. Perhaps start some sort of...something. Travel around, offer hope and talks of peace and comfort. Something of the sorts." It all feels so far away now. Shifting, she crosses her legs beneath her, tucking hair behind her ears. "What about you, Carlyle, Lien, Dermid?"
"I would want to help all the injured, I suppose. Perhaps start some sort of...something. Travel around, offer hope and talks of peace and comfort. Something of the sorts." It all feels so far away now. Shifting, she crosses her legs beneath her, tucking hair behind her ears. "What about you, Carlyle, Lien, Dermid?"