@ruburan: The temples of Yevon still seem as foreboding as they once had many years ago to a little girl with nothing but the clothes on her back. Old and unpleasant memories begin to surface when she is 'trapped' between Bevelle's walls, and the kindly faced praetor only makes it stranger. A sweet face for an ugly organisation, at least that was her belief. "Have you ever considered windows? It's like a haunted house in here." she scoffs, looking around. "What might the ghosts here speak of, I wonder." ↪ UNPROMPTED ASK. // always accepting
the temples hold plenty of memories. . . history, both good and bad parts — he recognizes the women who stands before him, she is now living in guadosalam, he once took refuge there, two years ago after he’d suffered a gunshot wound, though then it was occupied by maester seymour — and home to the guado, rather… her and the company she kept. he stares — its quite a blank stare, he has no opinions of her, not yet, her actions were not for him to judge, nor her words — there were many who insulted his religion and the temples in which he resides. breaking the stare a small smile curves on his mouth, he is the face of new yevon, and as the face, he must be approachable — represent new yevon and the people who follow. ❛ our temples are harmless, i assure you — windows or not. ❜ spoken with a small laugh, the laugh added to his friendly appearance — not to say he wasn’t. ❛ i’m sure there are plenty of horrors ghosts, if they were real, may speak of — no matter where they come from. tormented souls… are they not? — tell me, what do you suspect they may speak of, if they truly exist, that is. ❜ curiosity captures him, he tilts his head, moving slowly, inching closer to her, but keeping a respectable distance.
