Dristi’s face was blank, and showed no emotion. A haze of smoke lingered in the air, clinging to her cloak, face and hair. She leaned on the hard chair and listened to what was being said. She did not know the reason for coming on this little escapade, why she had been chosen. She knew Sevora barely. She had seen and herd of her, no doubt that she had experienced the same with her. The woman seemed to think highly of herself, and she was. She was closer to the high priest than her, and Dristi envied her. But for some other reason, she also liked her she had a sense of evil clinging to her. For otherwise why had she been chosen. The other Priest, a man she did not know. Their were too many Priest and Priestess’ to count in this place.
"Does the Highest give permission for the Sister and Brother to speak?"
"Yes, they may speak."
Dristi waited for the other to make a comment but he with held so she decided to talk, “I know for what I am here,” her voice was clear in the room, but soft. “But why I am I here? Does apart of me need to be on this…”she paused, and looked at Sevora cynically, “…this quest? In what way would my skills be needed? Do not get me wrong, I am truly honoured to be chosen and I will obey, but all I want to know is why, and I will bother you no more.”
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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