[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Sunny smiles upon Milo's approach, though it quickly drops away into nothing when he mentions the students.



"Milo," She begins, "I was right about to ask if you ever wanted to pray with me. Though I suppose your questions here are more than answer enough." Sunny lets out a stale laugh. "Why do I follow Progress? The answer is a very simple one..."



"Progress is my life. Without him, I am nothing." Her voice is reverent, hands pressed together as though she intends to pray. "Progress is my ideal, my goal to strive for. In a sense, you may call me a priestess, though I don't befit the word very well, do it?" Sunny laughs. "Given my position... doesn't Prophet sound a lot more fun?" She opens her eyes, grinning. "I find joy and motivation in righting the wrongs of our homeland, of showing those who adhere themselves to a blasphemous caricature of my God that their actions are wrong." She looks up at him. "I get the feeling this didn't answer your question."

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At some point, Sunny seeks out Prince Roland, her hands clasped together. She looks... perturbed, but knows that this is but a necessity. If they're to be working together... she didn't want to hide the truth.



"Hello, prince! Or... do you prefer 'your highness'? Either way, I come to you with a confession." Sunny sighs, shaking her head. "I desire to be upfront with you, for the sake of trust, so you know I bear no ill intentions in your presence." She pauses for a moment before continuing.

"I am a Revotrian defector. My homeland is our enemy, though I am still a worshiper of Progress. You shan't find me silent on the matter. But, again, I wish to emphasize that I mean no harm to you or your... assistants. My allies are already aware of this fact, and I, again, wished to let you know up front. You may do with me as you see fit, though I must say..." A smile blooms on her face. "My dark magics are a very beneficial asset."