[ Growing up as he did, secluded in a monastery with only men, women were a mystery to him. The Payshmura had no place of power for women, they were meant to be mothers and wives, to bear strong children for the worthy. Only the nuns existed within the hierarchy of the priesthood, and they were only allowed within Umbhra'ibaye, their task to create and guard the oracles.
A nun cut the flesh from his sister. His opinion of them has always been cold.
He takes her words and after a moment lifts her gaze, finding her expression almost wry. He dips his head in acknowledgement with a small smile of his own, and after a moment begins pulling himself out of the hole, unable to focus on the task right now. With his legs hanging off the edge he conjures some tea, the lightly floral daru'sira of his home, and offers one cup to her.
He has some questions he will venture, about witches and her world, but first - ]
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A nun cut the flesh from his sister. His opinion of them has always been cold.
He takes her words and after a moment lifts her gaze, finding her expression almost wry. He dips his head in acknowledgement with a small smile of his own, and after a moment begins pulling himself out of the hole, unable to focus on the task right now. With his legs hanging off the edge he conjures some tea, the lightly floral daru'sira of his home, and offers one cup to her.
He has some questions he will venture, about witches and her world, but first - ]
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