Dusty and footsore, Sanctity can feel contentment settling into the basin of her chest. It is good, the stretch and burn of worked muscle, the exhaustion seeping down into her bones. The rabbit slung lazily across her shoulders, feet a drumbeat on her ribs, leaving her teeth free for prayer. It is reminiscent of good old times (long slender legs, running, running) and bygone days (a flash of tortoiseshell in the brush, not much, but enough) and purpose. She misses purpose.
" Hail, golden one, " she greets coolly when she comes upon another returning warrior. He has a name, one of the peculiar ones they have here, but she does not like using those names. They sit strange on her tongue. She will use them when she has one of her own, she thinks, or hopes. " Hast thou been successful in thy hunting? "
Falling in beside him, prairie grass brushing her shoulders, Sanctity gazes into the distance of the reddening sun. Try as she might to close her ears to gossip and blasphemy, she has heard tell of the goldenpelt, of his ways. He is careless with the hearts of others. It is unbecoming. " I have heard much of thee. They say that thou art a… heartbreaker, is it called? Pray tell, are such things true? " she says, as solemnly as she says everything. He ought to be made aware of his sinful ways, so that he might repent. " If so, thou ought to stop. It is unbecoming to thee, and condemned by the heavens besides. "
" Hail, golden one, " she greets coolly when she comes upon another returning warrior. He has a name, one of the peculiar ones they have here, but she does not like using those names. They sit strange on her tongue. She will use them when she has one of her own, she thinks, or hopes. " Hast thou been successful in thy hunting? "
Falling in beside him, prairie grass brushing her shoulders, Sanctity gazes into the distance of the reddening sun. Try as she might to close her ears to gossip and blasphemy, she has heard tell of the goldenpelt, of his ways. He is careless with the hearts of others. It is unbecoming. " I have heard much of thee. They say that thou art a… heartbreaker, is it called? Pray tell, are such things true? " she says, as solemnly as she says everything. He ought to be made aware of his sinful ways, so that he might repent. " If so, thou ought to stop. It is unbecoming to thee, and condemned by the heavens besides. "
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