Post by wilhemiaschleitz on Nov 29, 2008 9:43:52 GMT -6
The young woman had dressed herself with great care, the simple homespun wool and cloak seemed so common place among the others that sought out the sanctuary of God's home. The kerchief was tied over the blond hair, all in aid of the cold outside with keeping the hood up. She carefully set her path towards the Catherdral, held tightly in her palm was a simple ring. For many it would be overlooked as a mere signet ring.. Odis had once told her that if anything should happen. She had but to put the ring in the collection box of a church. All would be taken care of.
Willa worried over this for several reasons. The factions of the church carried a secret war between each other. While the common place people knew nothing of the darker politics. However, it was her father's wish. Within the small gloved hands the young woman held the ring tightly, and could not help but feel the uneasy feeling of dread that nagged at her as she stepped past the portal into the Catherdrals great halls.
There were some here and there that bent their knees and heads in prayer as she glanced to them for several minutes though turned away to the alcove of candles. She stood silently looking up that the Merciful Mary, a statue that gazed down with the compassionate eyes. While the pain still lingered, weighing heavy upon her heart, there was naught she could do about it all.
Not yet.
The slim hand took up the long sliver of wood and touched it first to one of the candles already burning. She whispered the soft prayer as she lit the first candle. It was touched to the wick of one candle. A prayer was offered for the guidance of her Father's soul. As she added another for the wayward and selfish soul of her Mother's. The third was lit not for any that had passed other then the innocence she had been given , the last gift from her Father. He had tried to hard to allow her an ignorance of all this. It should be honored and observed.
The young woman looked up solomenly to the dear Lady. Her hand slipped through the cross, the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost.. as the small tear escape those blue eyes. She allowed it to roll unchecked down her cheek as she moved once more to the great hall. As the light of the sun spilled through the large windows of colored glass, she walked slowly forward. The revered Father that guided his flock with such care in the lands and kingdom here had a visitor.
As both cardinals stood to the side discussing philsophies she knelt to the alter , again crossing herself before folding her hands before her. The head tipped forward as she continued her prayers. A place she had not been in many many years. Odis was not one to observe the ways of the church. Now she understood why. Though she risked a great deal, almost teasingly so.
While she had hoped the prayers and solace of the church would help aid the anger that burned ever so deeply in her breast, it did nothing more then set a resolve. Dead were those that sought to protect her.
Valisa had escaped, as the woman was known for, her disappearance. She was not there to protect Willa as much as she was there to protect the image of the Most Holy. The sweet lips continued their promises that only God , Himself could here. Were they heard by those that also knelt in reverence, would have brought a stunned if not worried glance.
The dark circles had begun to fade from about her eyes, as she looked up, knowing it would allow the features to be seen by the visiting cardinal as the man paused only in his droning voice as he discussed matters of the soul with Father Patrick. For once there was a twist of lips as she caught that pause. She slowly rose again to her feet.
The eyes looked away from the alter to the ring within her palm as she moved passed those banisters of marble to the alter itself. It was said that no one that was not purified could touch the alter. Willa found this somewhat amusing, for if one could not believe that Most Holy was just that? Then none were to be believed. One of the priests moved forward to chastize her however he paused as she set the ring upon the alter.
The girl turned away as she looked directly to the Cardinal almost a silent challenge there within the blue eyes that had been so open with love and excitment of life now cold tiny shards of ice. A face that looked enough like the Holiest that caught the man's breath. She smiled and dipped her head slowly to Father Patrick before turning her gaze to the doors.
Her heart pattered hard within her chest as she forced herself to walk slowly , confidently to the doors. Each step seeming to beg her to run.. to again seek a hiding place behind the great walls of the castle. Though she would not dare offer them the benefit of her fear. If they only knew how the small hand now hiding in the folds of the cloak held tightly to the dagger found in the Box of Odis.
The visiting cardinal watched the girl's back, she could feel his eyes.. she knew that weight and part of her rejoiced in that. No more hiding. She stepped out of the doors as it seemed to offer that fresh cold air that she needed to sooth the heated uncertainty. While her steps carried her down the stair to the streets, the priest took up the ring and carried it puzzled to the two holy men. The cardinal drew in a breath and stared.. as he spoke of an excuse of following the girl outside.
However due to the morning , Willa found it easy to loose herself in the people that moved with purpose of their lives. The Cardinal looked with the hard glares over the throng of people before turning again inside, and taking the ring.
The message was sent, Odeses Schlietz had passed.. the guardian had left behind his charge.. the worry that nagged at the man's mind. How much did the girl know, how would she use this information.. did the factions know?
Willa worried over this for several reasons. The factions of the church carried a secret war between each other. While the common place people knew nothing of the darker politics. However, it was her father's wish. Within the small gloved hands the young woman held the ring tightly, and could not help but feel the uneasy feeling of dread that nagged at her as she stepped past the portal into the Catherdrals great halls.
There were some here and there that bent their knees and heads in prayer as she glanced to them for several minutes though turned away to the alcove of candles. She stood silently looking up that the Merciful Mary, a statue that gazed down with the compassionate eyes. While the pain still lingered, weighing heavy upon her heart, there was naught she could do about it all.
Not yet.
The slim hand took up the long sliver of wood and touched it first to one of the candles already burning. She whispered the soft prayer as she lit the first candle. It was touched to the wick of one candle. A prayer was offered for the guidance of her Father's soul. As she added another for the wayward and selfish soul of her Mother's. The third was lit not for any that had passed other then the innocence she had been given , the last gift from her Father. He had tried to hard to allow her an ignorance of all this. It should be honored and observed.
The young woman looked up solomenly to the dear Lady. Her hand slipped through the cross, the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost.. as the small tear escape those blue eyes. She allowed it to roll unchecked down her cheek as she moved once more to the great hall. As the light of the sun spilled through the large windows of colored glass, she walked slowly forward. The revered Father that guided his flock with such care in the lands and kingdom here had a visitor.
As both cardinals stood to the side discussing philsophies she knelt to the alter , again crossing herself before folding her hands before her. The head tipped forward as she continued her prayers. A place she had not been in many many years. Odis was not one to observe the ways of the church. Now she understood why. Though she risked a great deal, almost teasingly so.
While she had hoped the prayers and solace of the church would help aid the anger that burned ever so deeply in her breast, it did nothing more then set a resolve. Dead were those that sought to protect her.
Valisa had escaped, as the woman was known for, her disappearance. She was not there to protect Willa as much as she was there to protect the image of the Most Holy. The sweet lips continued their promises that only God , Himself could here. Were they heard by those that also knelt in reverence, would have brought a stunned if not worried glance.
The dark circles had begun to fade from about her eyes, as she looked up, knowing it would allow the features to be seen by the visiting cardinal as the man paused only in his droning voice as he discussed matters of the soul with Father Patrick. For once there was a twist of lips as she caught that pause. She slowly rose again to her feet.
The eyes looked away from the alter to the ring within her palm as she moved passed those banisters of marble to the alter itself. It was said that no one that was not purified could touch the alter. Willa found this somewhat amusing, for if one could not believe that Most Holy was just that? Then none were to be believed. One of the priests moved forward to chastize her however he paused as she set the ring upon the alter.
The girl turned away as she looked directly to the Cardinal almost a silent challenge there within the blue eyes that had been so open with love and excitment of life now cold tiny shards of ice. A face that looked enough like the Holiest that caught the man's breath. She smiled and dipped her head slowly to Father Patrick before turning her gaze to the doors.
Her heart pattered hard within her chest as she forced herself to walk slowly , confidently to the doors. Each step seeming to beg her to run.. to again seek a hiding place behind the great walls of the castle. Though she would not dare offer them the benefit of her fear. If they only knew how the small hand now hiding in the folds of the cloak held tightly to the dagger found in the Box of Odis.
The visiting cardinal watched the girl's back, she could feel his eyes.. she knew that weight and part of her rejoiced in that. No more hiding. She stepped out of the doors as it seemed to offer that fresh cold air that she needed to sooth the heated uncertainty. While her steps carried her down the stair to the streets, the priest took up the ring and carried it puzzled to the two holy men. The cardinal drew in a breath and stared.. as he spoke of an excuse of following the girl outside.
However due to the morning , Willa found it easy to loose herself in the people that moved with purpose of their lives. The Cardinal looked with the hard glares over the throng of people before turning again inside, and taking the ring.
The message was sent, Odeses Schlietz had passed.. the guardian had left behind his charge.. the worry that nagged at the man's mind. How much did the girl know, how would she use this information.. did the factions know?