"Ghosts and curses haunt the old city we do not date go there but I have been known to admire from a distance beyond the touch of corruption"

She put her hands up in mock surrender

"I do not know your goddess but my Pure one draws no ilk with you or your goddess that is all I can ask for."

She flashed her holy symbol which tucked away was different then the dove over the white rose.

She sat by the river having traded her armour for a coton shift watching as her mount trank from the river as she sharpened her blade with a whet stone.

"We can not return home until we are 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘦 no longer marked as 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*:☆ﾟ. ───

"A lady should be able to read and write poetry as well as slay goblins. Refusal to take up a blade will not spare you its bite."