Kill Not the Light

[Breanna Keelan]

Kill Not the Light

"Past the seeker as he prayed came the beggar the crippled the beaten. And seeing them, he cried. 'Great God, how is it that a loving creator can such things and do nothing about them?' And God said, 'I did. I made you.' "

"How far that little candle throws his beam! So shines a good deed in a naughty world."

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Shakespeare

Brother Diamurd O'Corrain

How would the denizens of the Underdark make of seeing the pair of travelers that had descended down in their realms? There was little doubting that soon, all the Underdark would know of their coming. For they were heralded by the bobbing clear light of a lantern, held aloof on a pole. They'd know - if not exactly trust - one, for he had come down before. It was one of the Ebon Talon that they knew, perhaps marked out by his muted colors and good boots. There was little doubt that he was armed as well, for he bore on his hip a fine blade. The other man? He was most certain an alien sight. For while he traveled in the company of the Ebon Talon, he wore the rough and undyed habit of a monk or friar. There was little doubt that what he carried would draw the eyes of many, for he carried a two large baskets - one setting atop the other - before him. The top most one was clearly full of bread - Brother Diarmuid often visited the bread makers and pastry stalls at the end of the day to gather their unsold wares as alms for the poor - and the other was full of donations of clothing. But it was what the Brother did not carry openly, that would raise eyebrows should it be revealed. For the good brother wore a padded jerkin and the hauberk underneath his habit, and hidden in the folds of his clothing came the soft clanging of a buckler put over the hilt of a sword. (D)


Breanna Keelan

The citizenry of the Under-Dark were full of contradiction. Suspicion accompanied their want of his food, their doubt paired with strong desire to relieve him of all his possessions so that he would be a holy corpse. Did God have a place where even the Devil dallied light on his cloven feet? Nothing would stop them really even if he was intending on intiating an incredible act of kindness. It could be said the Ebon Guard gave them pause as instead of with crooked finger claw the old, young, thief, and whore waited to accept alms. All poor fathom given gifts are not to be turned away. "I wonder," breathed the cousin to the rogue Peregrine himself, " I wonder." Settled little flower moved to be a living myth against any definition of the word 'settle'. Harem pants colored rosewood gave the little bit of light an interesting thing in which to pass. He knew, this priest, that the underside of the city twisted, turned? How Jesus must have compelled him. She existed above and below, seamless. A Persian chemise with long dagger sleeves flowed, cinched in place by a form fitting long vest. Amber eyes caught the lanter fire. Did they gleam? Imagination worked counter productive in the growing dark (d)


CaptainJackFlynn: On the journey down, the Ebon Guard had said, softly, "Brother...they are watching us." His charge had calmly answered, "I know." For a time, that had been all the words they had exchanged. When they met a denizen of the Underdark, Brother Diarmuid had smiled and wished each a good day and safe journey. Perhaps there were those of the Underdark would have considered him mad, to do such a thing? During the journey, the Ebon Guard had spoke again. "Brother, this place is a den of thieves and worse! Not even Satan himself will come here. Let us turn back and -- " Brother Diarmuid had wheeled on the Ebon Guard. "BE ASHAMED!" In the dark confines of the twisting passage that they had taken from Laurence Hall, the good brothers voiced seemed to echo and thunder with the very voice of God Himself. He had closed with the Ebon Guard, his whispers harsh, "If this a place where the Son of the Morning goes so reluctantly....even if angels fear to tread upon its sod... then does not that give us more cause? These are are still people who live here..... No matter what they may do. God's light shines down upon us all! And where there is such darkness that it cannot be seen so clear as elsewhere, it is all the more reason that we are to carry His light to those places! Gather your wits, man! This not Gehenna we venture too, but it is a place where many suffer. God calls upon us to give succor here, as he does any other place!" The good brother had lead the Ebon Guard on still, until at last they had reached this clearing in the Underdark. He cared not whether those who came for a crust of bread given or a new set of clothing were usurers, whores, or thieves. Did not Christ craft His flock from such undesirables? Was not Mary Magdalene thought by some to be both whore and apostle? For each that came for Brother Diarmuid's kindness, he would smile and say, "May God's blessing be upon you." (D)

Breanna Keelan

She hadn't been privy to the discussion he had with the guard in the secret places (not as if those places were much to different than the streets). Such spirits! People went up to him because morality could be shelved for bread crusts and clothes. Some made fortune with two hands better than those who were not able to at all. Dirt sat deep under nail beds. Palms were white-washed flesh with filth all waiting for him. The Ebony Guard, thoroughly admonishedseemed to dutifully hold the flickering lamp. Torch light was swollowed easy in the thickest portions of the black. Our bedouin clad madame moved through the gathering crowds. Others on outskirts laughed, wondering if he would succumb to a little sin? Mary Magdalene would have blushed at the invitations he received with skirts hoisted to the knee, breasts heaved with hardly a cover or care. "You not want that to go out," she told the well wishers, the Christ bringers. Single finger on right hand pointed up to the skittish lamp. "Lower it. I have means make fire stronger." What was her price? Nary a thing. Amusement was had enough by watching the Christ children live faith's lesson beyond Sabbath sermon. Now, she was not so familiar with the workings of from whence the priest came, but the streets whispered of someone who benefited from all of Peregrine's years of loyal 'service.' The crown paled by comparison to that. "Hurry. It will go out..you not want that. All torches on street not lit yet." Khol rimmed eyes turned down to the pouch at her side which she lifted. Waiting to apply the contents to his light (d)

Brother Diarmuid

Oh dear. Surely if it was enough to make the Magdalene blush, it was enough to tempt a man of God. Still, Brother Diarmuid would turn aside each advance with a refusal, polite or crass as the lady offering her - ahem - 'goods'needed. For if he was pressed, he could always sight the vows he had taken. After all, everyone had known monks took a vow of celibacy! (A shame it was, then, that Brother Diarmuid was a friar and a devote of St. Augustine!) As he distributed his alms of clothing and food, to those who arguably needed such succor more than any above, he would find the Bedouin before him. There was little hiding his curiosity, for she seemed to need neither the clothing or bread that he gave out. There was a pause, before he nodded. A gentle motion was made for the Ebon Guard to lower his lantern staff, so that the woman could use her urgents to make it true burning....and longer too. (D)


Breanna Keelan

"C'mon lovey! I'll show you God! Want tae see saints relics too?" "Oh yer stuff's like one, Laurel, all dry n' shyte! " Maybel, be kind, it's like a living saint! Come n' pray sir, Aye come n' pray!" The women continued to taunt, to tantalize. Just as the skirts were getting a'higher the crowd blocked their view. Finding other quarry to cat-call at they ensared the weaker minded guard who fell down the hole from the world above. Breanna laughed with no bid to conceal it! As the lantern was lowered she reached inside her black leather pouch for a handful of powder. Opening the little glass door, the guard watched her with curious,untrusting eyes. "Breanna won't hurt you," she purred like a mother to a babe, "Stop shaking the lamp, or you will make it explode." She was the very reason he detested this area! Why had the masters of Ebony Hall contracted with the grime? Opening up the palm of her hand she blew the powder at the flame the instant before it would have died. It flared to life with a vengence! "See, now you can see your ways. Be careful of the whores. I hear they bet, which one get man of cloth first. Laurel fine. It Mabel that smell sick if you too close." Sin could tempt, so useful advice had to be...tempting? (d)

Brother Diarmuid

Brother Diarmuid would glance at the Ebon Guard, arching an eyebrow. "She is but a woman....." It was not said as an indictment against the Gypsy woman (though many a man of God found it fashionable to rail against womankind due toEve's alleged actions), but a statement of fact. After all, the Gypsy woman was just that! A woman. Brother Diarmuid smirked at the Ebon Guard, "Surely, you don't believe her to be a witch!" What silly nonsense! After getting a stern look from Brother Diarmuid, the Ebon Guard finally lowered his lantern to allow the woman access to it and make its flame strong. There was a smile to the woman, after she breathed her powder into the lantern. Watching as the flame came back with renewed vigor, he would turn to the lady. "Thank you, m'lady." (D)


Breanna Keelan

Breanna was a nature chylde but she wasn't one to offend anyone's sensibility. Wry grin curled mouth as she folded hands behind her back. "You're welcome, Father." Father, Friar, Brother, Priest. So many names for so many versions of the same thing. Christendom had its own tribes much like Roma, no? Wouldn't it be a story for later, one of the guards of the fierce Order of the Black Talon afraid of a little gypsy! (Oh he was right to be) "You do good deed for very poor. This good thing." Or a foolish idea which at any rate she was only hear to make sure his light remained strong so he wasn't beset. It took native eyes to comb through the black at the deepest impass. So easy to turn from a torchlit way to the nothing. Two steps later accompanied by the symphonic ring of bangles, bells, and other bauble she inquired "Where you go now?" (d)

Wilhemia

She had been hiding among the dregs of the lands. For reasons only a very few knew. There were ways to survive here, without turning toward the sinful ways. The skirts were stained as was the apron and blouse while the heavy shawl covered her head. The old worn shoes moved quietly along , while her eyes kept low and face hidden from view. The basket carried against a hip, just another seeking a path back to the hovel of home, after a day of washing and cleaning for only a few precious coins that would no doubt go to the landlord.. for protection as well as a place to rest her head. <d |


Brother Diarmuid O'Corrain

The good brother would give a soft smile, when complimented on his task. Whether it was foolish errand or a divine act, Brother Diarmuid cared not. "That is why I do it, m'lady," he said to Breanna. "Because it is a good act... and because here there are the very poor." Although, by his reckoning, those unfortunates suffering from leprosy still deserved the most succor. Once the light had steadied from whatever the kind woman had blown into the lamp - Brother Diarmuid was apt to guess gunpowder - he would smile, "I go nowhere.... for a time." When the last crumb of bread and thread of cloth had been given to those most needing them, Brother Diarmuid would return to the above streets of Tarus Lan and (hopefully) make it back in time for Vespers. As he spoke with the Gypsy woman, he would be an excuse, before taking a loaf of bread. He would slip through the crowd, before calling, "Miss? Miss?" He was intent on the washer-woman. "Miss?" (D)


Breanna Keelan

"Dah, they ar very, very poor." Breanna agreed with him. Charity, kindness? Find one gypsy who refused either whatever the intention would be akin to finding one who ate huge helpings of pride. Despite a keen distrust for the gadje she saw the hands of half a caravan reach for his bread. She kept her thoughts - and her magic powder- to herself as she followed after him because the lantern carrier did the same as he went in pursuit of his new quarry. Tiny little thing blending in with the angst, blending with the cracks in the social greatness that went swirling above them, promising wealth to all who reached. What if you reached and fell trying to touch that start just outside of your reach? Pity - aye - Breanna pitied the little thing but waited to see the outcome of this act. (d)


Wilhemia

She heard the call but bent her head further forward, it was unwise to draw attention..though the sound and flicker of the light as it drew closer finally brought her steps to a halt. The glimpse of green eyes peeked from beneath the filth before her face was instantly lowered once more. She curtsied quickly , more of a ducking movement. " G'eve , Reverence. "She spoke softly carrying that sorrowful tone of those admitting defeat of life. "I have nawt payment fer yer church.. "She added quietly, keeping out of hands reach. <d



Brother Diarmuid

It would seem that where the harlots had failed, this green-eyed woman had succeeded. For Brother Diarmuid was made to feel a touch uncomfortable. Both by the woman's actions.... and her words. The woman's words slipped through the finely crafted and fastened loops of iron of the hauberk that he wore under his habit, for they had surely sounded to him as an accusation aimed true. Brother Diarmuid would take but a moment's pause, to gather himself.To the washer-woman he said, "I do not come seeking alms, child." There was a soft, if a saddened, smile. "I do not come to add to the bounty of the Church...... but to give of it." And so saying, Brother Diarmuid would quietly put in to the woman's basket, a loaf of bread. (D)

Breanna Keelan

She stepped to the edge of the light ring to penetrate the scene with her molten amber stare. It transistioned between the skittish girl toward the man who would now pass her bread. Inward disbelief was manifested with an outward rise of brow before she canted her head, sealing a pact Diarmuid didn't know he particpated in. The Roma would ask after the necessary channels to see his passage was kept safe. "It good. He is good." Came judgement passed with quick relay to appease growing doubts. Inspired, she passed the Brother another small leather pouch, this one one of her own purses holding the contents of a half-day's work. "For your alms." (d)

Wilhemia

How long had it been that a gift had been passed? She stared at the loaf as it was set upon the clothing within the basket. The gypsy's words came through the dim around them. Truth , bread that wasn't several days old was a sight not seen in a few years. She very nearly wept at the sight. Once more her eyes dared to peeked up at the two now before darting low once more. " I thank you Reverence.. Surely the Savior's Father smiles upon you."She whispered, but continued to keep her head ducked away from the light. Perhaps the girl was deformed? Diseased as many here were? <d

Brother Diarmuid

Whether the girl was marred by deformity or disease, she would find that Brother Diarmuid would not flatter. Why? For he was a Knight Hospitaller... called to give succor to those less fortunate. Whether they were merely poor.... or one of the countless left injured by war...or whether they were afflicted with leprosy. Brother Diarmuid had attended them all. "If that is true, child, then surely the Savior's Father smiles upon you as well." There was a bit of a startled look upon Brother Diarmuid's features, when the leather purse was put into his hand. Then he smiled, softly inclining his head to Breanna. Quietly, he would undo the strings. Taking out some of silver, he would offer them to the washer-woman. If nothing else, they would be put beside the loaf of bread. (D)

Wilhemia

"No Reverence.. "She spoke though it seemed too late as the coin was settled to the basket. Her eyes didn't look their way but further down, knowing the greedy eyes that bore into her from the shadows. The small callused hands tightened along the edge of the woven basket. " There is no light here.. "She admitted softly. Those coins were already gone, that she knew..else feel the sting of the Landlord's hand. She stepped away from the priest and the gypsy. <d


Brother Diarmuid

Let the greedy eyes look, for there was much to see. Knowing still that greedy eyes studied the small gathering, Brother Diarmuid would once again draw the purse strings tight. Then he would go to put within his own purse. And indoing so raise a question: What breed of churchman went about armed? For it was plainly revealed now, that the good brother carried a sword and buckler at his side. Once his habit had closed about him, the sword and buckler were again hidden from sight. "That is not so, child," Brother Diarmuid said, "For all around us, is the Light of the Lord." (D)

Wilhemia

Her steps paused in their retreat from the man of the church, the sight of the weaponry made her do so. " If that were but true. "She shook her head. <d

Brother Diarmuid

"Pray, child," Brother Diarmuid said, "What is it that has beaten you down so?" There was a soft smile, "Never are you alone in this world, no matter what you may believe. For all about you, is God. His gaze all seeing, His love unending, and His compassion infinite. Always and forever will it be so." What would she do, when he said, "Let me ease your burden, child, in anyway that I can....." (D)

Wilhemia

She kept her gaze down, her features out of the light of the lantern carried. " I have ever been alone. "She spoke simply. " His gaze may look down upon us, yet it is not his love nor his compassion that shows mercy to the wretched that must dwell here. "She spoke softly, again the green eyes dared to look up at the man. " Many prayers , Reverence , fall upon deaf ears.. "She wasn't sure what to say when he offered to ease the burdens. She looked to the guard that walked with him, as well as the now silent gypsy woman. Who held some familarity, though perhaps it was she was wary. <d

Brother Diarmuid

Brother Diarmuid was quiet for a few moments. He was reminded of the Queen's Lion and the encounter that had passed between them in the poor quarters only scant days ago. And now he was to be confronted with this woman. What plan was it that the Savior's Father had for him? From all quarters, Brother Diarmuid found that there were many who need the succor - both spiritual and mortal - that the Church offered. And found such succor to be lacking! What had brought about this shameful turn of events? He wondered as well, why it was that the Church here was first thought of as collecting wealth instead of giving of itself to the needy? "If such is true, it is merely because you have become as a lost Lamb." Brother Diarmuid tried a smile, "As is the duty to all shepherds, I have gone looking for those who have become lost. For it is God's wish that all Lambs be reunited with His flock."

Wilhemia

She stood , her gaze slowly lowering once more as he spoke. It wasn't that she didn't consider his words, nor was she seeking to insult him. She pursed her lips a moment before her chin lifted , looking in the direction she had been walking. " You wish to ease my burdens? "She repeated the question slowly. It would be a chance, perhaps one of so very few offered. " Will you walk with me Reverence? "She asked softly. The basket shifted only slightly against her hip. The weight was long ago accustomed to, so that bore little consquence , it was the indecision that plagued her now. <d

Brother Diarmuid

Brother Diarmuid nodded quietly, "I do, child." There was sincerity to his voice. Was that something that was also lacking in the Church here? After a moment's pause, the good brother would look to his Ebon Guard. "Go and gather the baskets - if they are still where they have been left - and take yourself back to Laurence Hall." The Ebon Guard tried to protest, for this was surely no place for a priest! "Do as I say," was Brother Diarmuid's only reply. Then he would smile to the washer-woman, "Of course, child." There was a pause, "May I assist you with your basket?" (D)

Wilhemia

She did not look up at the guard, but shook her head slowly to the priest. " I thank you , but this is a burden that I carry willingly. "She explained. It was her task, and while it was often a thankless one, she bore it well. She waited a moment for the guard to depart before turning to lead the priest a bit deeper into the darkness of this world that seemed unlike the other. She said nothing while walking, but kept her head still tipped downward and met no eyes of those they passed. Willing to be neither victim or hunter. It was a fine line to walk in such a place. <d

Brother Diarmuid

There was a smile, a nod. So, for a time, Brother Diarmuid was content to walk quietly beside the washer-woman. To those unknowing, he appeared to be naught but a friar. He was far more. (D)

Wilhemia

She continued to lead him, until reaching the end of one of the dead end streets, if one could call them that. In the doorway stood a large man, the dark beady eyes glared at the pair of them. The greasey hair hung where it willedand the pudgey hand stuck out toward the young woman. She didn't seem to pause as the silver the priest had given her, were handed over. The Landlord smirked and also took half the bread before stepping aside. She did not speak against it, nor did she lift her eyes to look at the man. She could truly hope that at some point his fondness for alcohol would deliver the death the man deserved, long and painful suffering of failed liver. But such things were not to dwell on. <d

Brother Diarmuid

What was Brother Diarmuid to do? For the Landlord, the good brother felt nothing but contempt! And yet....he stayed his hand. Ever mindful that he had free journey between the world above and the world below and that the washer- woman may not enjoy those privileges. What would become of her, if he made rash action and was called upon to leave? So he said nothing....but kept the eyes of the Landlord. Long enough to give him a stern look. (D)

Wilhemia

The man only smirked as he tore into the bread and stepped out of the doorway.. while the good priest would turn down the whores.. he would not. And now he had the coin to pay for them. She simply eased passed him. She lead him only a little further to the door leading off to the right. The door was edged open and the contents simple and most in sore need of repair. Yet before a meager fire sat a lanky boy.. likely of seven or eight. " Mean.. " the boy sang out then paused seeing someone behind her. She left the door open, the priest was welcome to do the same as the basket found its way to the floor. She tore off only a small bit for herself and gave the boy the rest."Be still Edward. "She spoke before turning to look at the priest. Her eyes looked at him fully now as she lifted her chin slightly. " Again I will ask, do you mean what it is you offer? "She asked softly. " in any way that you can? "She asked again, making sure that he would stand by his word. <d

Brother Diarmuid

As Brother Diarmuid had told the washer-woman, God's gaze was far reaching. The Savior's Father saw how the Landlord treated the poor washer-woman and would take such low actions in account, when the man was at last called before Him to be judged. As Brother Diarmuid came into the rooms that the washer-woman - Mean - kept, he was surprised to hear another voice. There was a fair bit of puzzlement, to see the boy there. Was Mean the boy's mother? A sister? But the puzzlement was only there a moment. Brother Diarmuid smile - for it a task he was good at - and said, "Good evening, young sir." The good brother would have his gaze drawn from the child, looking into Mean's gaze. There was but a moment's hesitation, "...do remember, child, that I am constrained by my vows in all things...." He had truly thought she meant to ask him to murder someone. "Yet, even in that, I shall do all I can to give both you....and the young sir....succor. And I shall do so in anyway I can." (D)

Wilhemia

For a moment the green eyes seemed confused , as her hands lifted to drop the shall from her head onto her shoulders. The dirty blonde hair was messy in the braid that had long since given up its hold. " It is by your vows that I beg your aid. "She spoke softly as she drew the boy to stand before her. The eyes were glassing over, it was truly the single hardest thing she'd do. " Take him with you.. place him in the clergy, Revernce. Please.. "She spoke with a voice that broke in its speaking. The boy turned quickly to protest. " Mean.. no.. I don't want to go. " he stated as she looked down at him. " It is a chance for you to have a life.. to know something other then .. this. "She explained then looked again to the priest. " please.. if he remains here.. he..he will be like them.. "She glanced toward the doorway, or just past the priest's shoulder. " and I could not bare that. "She was honest. <d

Brother Diarmuid

It was likely that only the infinite grace and wisdom of God kept Brother Diarmuid from loosing his composure. Although Mena could not fathom it, Brother Diarmuid had been but a lad of five.... when he had been delivered to a preceptory of Knights Hospitaller. After regaining his breath, Brother Diarmuid said gently, "Child.... what you ask..." Strikes too close to home, he thought. "I would rather see you both raised from here, then to raise but one of you.... why cannot the mother" - that was a stab in the dark - "not accompany her child?" Still, he was mindful of his words. Of the promise that he had made to Mean. "If you cannot be swayed otherwise.... I will do you ask." Even if it would be undertaken reluctantly. (D)

Wilhemia

She watched him for several minutes as the tears rolled down her cheeks. " I can answer only that the mother can not rise from the dead. "She spoke softly. The boy turned and began to beg her not to make him go. " Edward.. I promised I would see you away from this.. I gave her my word. Think on this, to not go hungry to bed.. to find a vocaction in which you may aid people , just as the Reverence has done. "She spoke softly and lightly caressed his small face as the boy clung to her midsection. The pain was evident on her face as she looked up at the priest. " Thank you. "She ducked her head to the man. There were simply far too many nights of a soup so thin that it was little more then boiled water. Any life had to be better then this one.. and she would not see a good woman's son to grow and be a thief.. or worse. <d


Brother Diarmuid

Brother Diarmuid would allow Edward and Mean their quiet moments together, knowing that it would likely be their last together. When he felt it appropriate... and only then... Brother Diarmuid would quietly intrude upon them. He would quietly rest a hand on Edward's shoulder, "Edward?" Brother Diarmuid had not spoken the boy's name since first meeting. When the boy looked at him, Brother Diarmuid said, "You must never doubt the love that Mean has for you...the love that your mother has for you. It is a difficult but truly loving thing that Mean does. If any say otherwise, pay them no heed. For they have listened to Apollyon's lies." Then he said to Mean, "Never doubt Edward's love for you. Never doubt in the love his mother had of you, for she charged you with this task." He would allow them one more embrace, then he said, "God above shall watch over you both -- and shall keep the memory you have of the other in your hearts." Then would come the most daunting thing that he needed to say. Quietly, he said, "Come, young Edward, we must go...." (D)

Wilhemia

The boy wept as he gathered what little he had, which consisted of a change of clothing and a single book that had been a Yule gift from Mean. He wanted to say he hated her for giving him away.. but it was the Priest's words that made those words die in his throat. She stood to the side, her lips pressed firmly together. She looked to the priest and jerked her head forward in a nod. Not trusting her own voice at this moment. She looked at Edward another moment , then with a pride that only her father's daughter could uphold she held her ground. Odis would have likely been proud , perhaps. " I will come see you at Yule "She promised as the boy looked at her and moved to stand withthe priest not saying a word. His silence was a hard blow but she wouldn't take it back. It was his chance at freedom.. even if that came with a price. <d


Brother Diarmuid

Brother Diarmuid hesitated, before looking down to Edward. Softly, but firmly, he said, "Speak kindness to her, boy. Embrace her again, if that is your desire...Let this parting not be bitter or hard." Perhaps he would even give young Edward a gentle press of the hand to the back, to see him toward Mena for a last time. How different it was, from what memories he had ... of his own parents giving him to the preceptory of the Knights Hospitaller. His mother had been weeping. His father said nothing. Neither had told him of the love a parent should have for their son - even if he was second born - and only the prior had shown him kindness. (D)


Wilhemia

She watched as the boy looked at him, for a moment it seemed he would object, but the gentle press was simply all the lad needed as he rushed back to Mena. She dropped down to a knee and gathered him close to her. " Please do not hate me. "She whispered and kissed his cheeks , then held him tightly. She wasn't sure she could keep herself from crying as she held the boy.. she had come across him and his mother shortly after her arrival here, his mother already horribly ill. Mena had stepped in as a big sister of sorts , then remained so after his mother passed. However her job offered only a meager income.. certainly not enough to keep the room in which they shared and purchase food for them both. It was several minutes before she slowly released him.. and the kiss to his forehead. " I will come see you.."She promised softly. " my word. "she stated as the boy nodded, his own face soaked with tears as he slowly withdrew to stand beside the priest. It took Mena several minutes to rise again to her feet. There was a gratitude she could not speak within the green eyes as she looked to the priest. <d


Brother Diarmuid

Brother Diarmuid took a deep breath, before saying, "I shall see him safely out of this place... and to the path that God may choose for him." Brother Diarmuid was hard pressed as to whether he would truly turn the young boy over to the clergy...or perhaps a faithful household that desired children and yet had none of their own.... or perhaps kept the boy as Brother Diarmuid's own ward. It would be a matter that Brother Diarmuid would pray upon for guidance. There was one last farewell, almost assuredly, from both Brother Diarmuid and young Edward... before they began their journey from the Underdark. (D)


Wilhemia

She could only nod as she walked with them as far as the doorway of the house. She stood there watching them as they slowly disappeared into the darkness, before the first of what was likely going to be a night of crying passed her lips. The hand lifting to try and stifle it. She had done the right thing , she knew it was teh right thing..yet.. it caused a wretched ache within her chest. The boy walked at his side, sniffling and using his sleeve to attempt to be a big boy and not get too worked up. Only once did the boy look back but turned to catch up quickly to the Priest's side. <d

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