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Faustina stood up shortly after Thraah, now excited. Eyes wide with anticipation — and more than a little nervous dread. "Yes, I am!" she near shouted. Clearing her throat, she purposefully lowered her voice, a blush creeping up on her cheeks with her realisation of her own volume. "I mean, of...

Faustina blinked, looking innocently and intently at Thraah as she went through her own obstacle course of decision making. Finally, when Thraah offered her a place in her mansion, Faustina gained a hopeful smile, lighting up her features as if the Sun God Himself shone on it; bronze eyes...

Sitting down, Faustina rubbed her forehead. The pain had . . . intensified, compared to other times. "Yes, I'm afraid so . . ." she mumbled. Some of the cleric had bled from her voice, making way for the village girl she had once been. She took her time to get her bearings, and to attempt to...

Bronze eyes blinked, before snapping back to clarity. "Wh-- oh, forgive me." She held a delicate hand to her temple, rubbing against the invisible nail that seemed lodged there. "Was I out for long?" Thraah

Faustina kept silent with Thraah, listening. The battle was over. She almost dared not believe it. "Thank the Sunfather. Well, it seems we have managed to avoid more bloodshed today, at least. That must at least count as less--" Faustina searched for a word to replace the profane one. A...

Faustina shirked below Thraah's impassioned outcry. She could feel the captain's frustration as if it was her own, and it frightened her. Yet despite her fear, it seemed as if this Anirian captain turned more human before her very eyes. "Still, you do your duty," Faustina near whispered...

Faustina retracted her hand. Melancholy set into her features, eyes downcast. It was true. Vel Anir was dangerous. Many Cortosi had lost their lives in a war that seemed to have no end in sight. But their faith wasn't a weakness. It was a strength. In dark times, only faith would see one...

Now this was a question she had wrestled with herself. Why did the Sunfather allow suffering for Cortos and his chosen flock? Many answers abounded -- echoes from her education. Some said it was the consequence of free will. The Sunfather allowed all creatures on Arethil the choice between good...

As Thraah's crudeness gave way for a more earnest disposition, Faustina relaxed somewhat. Questions such as this she had heard from many a child - or battle-scarred veteran - and she could answer with more confidence: "All our deeds are recorded for eternity. They resound through the cosmos...

Faustina's features petrified. Then she felt a terrible flush crawling up her neck and heating up her cheeks. Briskly, she turned away. Composed herself. She knew soldiers could be crude, but to this degree? This she had been unprepared for. "N-no, I am no saint. I do not, as you say, throw...

"He does." Her words filled the air in the tent with a perculiarly charged energy. Wind rustled through the flaps, fluting through every crevice and hole. Faustina's declaration lingered like a persistent aroma, such as might be found with the smell of incense lingering long after the candles...

A bell struck her mind. Visions rushed past. She saw Captain Thraah engaged in an act of unbridled lust with a tall, dark gentleman, holding his hand, their foreheads touching in the night. Another of Thraah making a leap for the heavens, arms fanned out, reaching for a disembarking ship. A...

Having followed Thraah with a pensive frown into the tent, Faustina looked positively horrified at the blase drinking. She bit her lower lip and nodded, still with a frown of worry painted on her otherwise smooth face. A flush built up in her cheeks at the comment, anger and humiliation scaling...

Faustina let out a sigh of relief, feeling as if she had held her breath throughout this exchange. Could she truly have done it? It almost seemed too good to be true. And yet, Captain Thraah held such an easy assurance about her, that it would simply be done by her willing it. Faustina allowed...

The monja's head swam with Thraah's instruction. Could it be this enemy captain was . . . helping her? Inconceivable. Unless, of course, she had in fact managed to pull some sway of mercy from Thraah. But a knot in her stomach told her the captain might well be negotiating terms in her own...