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As if the tigermare sure enough had scared the girl, her wings snapped back into a closed-off position. Maren glanced at her sideways with her silent expression in her eyes as an unfamiliar accent ran into her ears. She blinked again, slightly confused now. Her tunes were hard to understand – but the thing that caught her off guard was mostly the disrespect in her voice – a rudeness meant for her. As if she was mad, mad at her – mad at the world. Ah, but isn’t this getting kind of an old story? “Hmmm…” she mumbled, as if not taken notice of the girl’s ferocity towards her, before glancing back at the shrines. She looked at them, three of them still covered in ash. Just the Sun’s shrine had been cleared. Surprisingly it still had its dark color.
But the girl, apparently a worshipper of the Sun, did not seem happy. Not with any of it. And now she wanted an explanation from the stranger that Maren was. Maren, who’s eyes grew cold.
But somewhere her mind stroke its imaginary beard, pondering whether the girl from the Throat did know who she was. Did she know, and was that why she was blaming the priestess. Or did she not and would go one badgering on any individual that had the misfortune of crossing her path. Perhaps it was better to just get it over with. And from anyone, wasn't it best to let out these purposeless frustrations out on her? Didn't she partly even deserve them?
She felt the wind running over the cliff falling over them and she looked at the shrine with a steady gaze. Pondering. “Don’t you find it fitting, that a shrine of the God of the Flames is embraced by its ashes?” The priestess asked in almost a whisper under silent eyes. Then she turned her head to the troubled girl, looking down on her rude stupidity. “Perhaps the God of the Earth would appreciate it more if you would clear away its dead crust.”
@[Laedere]
Maren
TURNING A SHADE OF AN ANGEL BORN IN A BRAMBLE DITCH, WHEN THE DOORS OF HEAVEN CLOSED.
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