Monarchs Glen

The priestess cast her eyes downward, her hood hiding her face in shadow as Masta rose to his feet. She felt as if she should have not spoken that last sentiment... the uncertainty recently brought forth in her faith was now spoken in solid words and made her shudder and bite her tongue until she t...

The priestess Ophelia prayed silently, the words echoing in her mind as she sought a whisper back from the cold stone. She slowly caressed the red jasper feet with the edges of her robes, the sleeves frayed from the gesture repeated over many moons of her allegiance. No answer came forth, no words ...

Gili wrote: That sounds like a confession

I admit to nothing! >.>

Yee-ah! Hi all hehe, nice to meet you.. looking forward to building up, and ya know plundering the dickens out of you in the name of Leto.