@"Evelyn Pierce"
Aurelia let out a deep breath, basking in the quite unfamilar warmth. After her church burned down, she spent the next few days sleeping out in the cold, and when she had enoughh sense to book a room somewhere, she ended up hanging herself.
As the warmth died down, she let her own wings out, and people out on the street probably wondered why that particular window was glowing golden. The warmth of the light felt even more alien to her - the last time she'd brought those wings out was decades ago, as she fell from the sky and felt her power and world ripped out of her both literal and figurative grasp.
The light disappeared, and she closed her eyes, thinking. This was maybe the first chance for her to stop her spiral - and if she didn't grab on, it was her last. Clouded as her thoughts were, she still wasn't nearly blind enough to realize that her current path, this unfaithful life, would lead to her further disgrace and eventual destruction, and she knew she was close to the point of no return.
She also knew she couldn't say yes to that offer.
"No," she began. "I have stained the honor of my family and my father enough by attempting what I have. I cannot further stain that honor by introducing my sin to others."
She took the card and folded it into Azeria's hand once more, and she placed that hand onto her chest. "I, however, am nowhere near stupid enough to not recognize the state I am in. And I also am nowhere near blind enough to think that I am the only damaged one in this room."
"I refuse to be helped by a group of any sort. She who will help me after all will be my sister, and I will only allow such a bond with one I can trust. I... I may be mistaken, but I will place my good faith in you... you who have felt pain similar to mine and took a path unlike mine."
Aurelia let out a deep breath, basking in the quite unfamilar warmth. After her church burned down, she spent the next few days sleeping out in the cold, and when she had enoughh sense to book a room somewhere, she ended up hanging herself.
As the warmth died down, she let her own wings out, and people out on the street probably wondered why that particular window was glowing golden. The warmth of the light felt even more alien to her - the last time she'd brought those wings out was decades ago, as she fell from the sky and felt her power and world ripped out of her both literal and figurative grasp.
The light disappeared, and she closed her eyes, thinking. This was maybe the first chance for her to stop her spiral - and if she didn't grab on, it was her last. Clouded as her thoughts were, she still wasn't nearly blind enough to realize that her current path, this unfaithful life, would lead to her further disgrace and eventual destruction, and she knew she was close to the point of no return.
She also knew she couldn't say yes to that offer.
"No," she began. "I have stained the honor of my family and my father enough by attempting what I have. I cannot further stain that honor by introducing my sin to others."
She took the card and folded it into Azeria's hand once more, and she placed that hand onto her chest. "I, however, am nowhere near stupid enough to not recognize the state I am in. And I also am nowhere near blind enough to think that I am the only damaged one in this room."
"I refuse to be helped by a group of any sort. She who will help me after all will be my sister, and I will only allow such a bond with one I can trust. I... I may be mistaken, but I will place my good faith in you... you who have felt pain similar to mine and took a path unlike mine."
