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[color=5946b2][h3]Ranni Soleil,  Priestess of Aelios[/h3][/color]
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[right][sup][b][u]Dawnhaven - The Temple of Aelios
The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning[/u][/b][/sup][/right]

The twins looked to each other in silence for a long few moments, silently communicating a mutual sentiment without even the slightest of the movements. [i]Whatever the Prince had wanted with Tia, it didn't seem good.[/i] The two let out an audible sigh, idling in place for a long few moments as they tried to grasp what to do following their mentor's rapid disappearance. It was Ranni who broke their stupor for, drifting forwards through the temple in a silent-yet-graceful movement. Steadily making her way past the pews, with her fingers lightly dancing across their tops as she passed. She didn't speak, lost as she was within her own thoughts. 

She didn't stop, not even as she reached the steps up to the brazier holding the brilliant flames of Aelios. Only as she reached their summit, and stepped past where the Priests would typically lead sermons from, did she stop. The girl fell to her knees, head bowed and eyes shut tightly. Her hands clasped at her chest, yet her mouth did not move. Her prayers remained, so she thought, between herself and Aelios. Yet... her thoughts broke free of the cell of her mind. Emotional turmoil seeming to slam those quiet thoughts out with a renewed vigor that far outmatched the previous flows of psychic energy. 

[hider=Am I Forsaken?][color=5946b2][i][b]O', radiant Aelios, I kneel before your altar in turmoil. I kneel within thy warming embrace, with the cold hand of fear gripping my heart. I beg of thee, brilliant one, hear my cries and offer unto me some guidance. Some warmth. Something to guide your broken servant through this terrible night.[/b][/i][/color]

At this, Ranni rose, moving with practiced elegance to lightly stoke the flames within the brazier. Just enjoy to revitalize and cause them to flare for a moment. Yet she did not shrink from the heat, for within those holy flames burned salvation.

[color=5946b2][i][b]I stand upon your altar, before your brilliant flames, a shattered husk of one of your acolytes. Lady Aelios, though my body has become a heretical bastardization of your creation... the soul, whatever is left of it, still yearns to spread your light and warmth to all.[/b][/i][/color]

The girl then took a step closer to the brazier, its heat causing discomfort to ripple through her form; yet she paid it no mind. Her Goddess would either choose to burn her from this Altar, or she would be allowed to continue serving the Radiant Goddess. 

[color=5946b2][i][b]I know not, Lady Aelios, if it was some failing of mine or the grip of something... darker that led me into that dreadful miasma.[/b][/i][/color] She thought, even as flashes of memory poured out through her mind. Sharing the pain, the fear, the [i]darkness[/i] that had led to her death. [color=5946b2][i][b]I know not whether it was your grace, or a Dark Hand that brought breath back into my lungs.[/b][/i][/color] More memory; the fear and pain of lungs struggling to remember how to breath. The worry over how others would look at her, the raw venom of that nobleman's words. All was to be shared with her Goddess, to show the trials she'd fought through to return to her light. 

[color=5946b2][i][b]I beseech upon thy eternal brilliance, for an answer to my turmoil. Am I forsaken? Is my body, my mind, my soul far too tainted by the blight to return to your service? Am I but a stain upon your creation? Or am I offered a chance to return to your service? A chance to redeem the soul from its horrific transformation?[/b][/i][/color] 

She thought, as she sucked in a harsh breath of a preparation for what came next. 

Her arm extended out over the brazier, sleeve pulled back to avoid catching alight, as her eyes locked with the ceiling above. Her arm was held high enough to avoid catching alight itself, but low enough that pain from exposure to the heat ran through her body. 

Yet she did not recoil. Her life was not hers, it was firmly in Aelios' care.

[color=5946b2][i][b]If I am but a heresy upon this world, Lady Aelios, then I beg of you to take mercy. To surge these flames, and immolate this stain from your world. If I am to be granted mercy, then guide me back from your Brazier. Show me that my fears of the monster I have become are but those; the fears of a mortal. 

I beg of thee, my Goddess, grant an answer to this broken mortal. To the shell of your acolyte. To me.

I beg of thee for an answer. 

I don't want to give my sister a false hope.[/b][/i][/color][/hider]

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[color=daa520][h3]Dyna Soleil[/h3][/color]
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[right][sup][b][u]Dawnhaven - The Temple of Aelios
The Day the Blizzard Broke - Morning[/u][/b][/sup][/right]

Dyna watched on in silence as Tia and Prince Flynn disappeared. Wondering if, for a moment, she should invoke her duty as a Champion to follow. To ensure the Priestess' safety, as she didn't much like the obvious tension in the air between the two. Albeit for more selfish reasons than that of duty alone, Dyna wanted to ensure she was there for Tia. The woman had clearly suffered so much, and after all the good she'd done for Ranni in the past... Dyna wanted to return the favor. Yet, she also knew better than to interject herself into such matters as a private talk with the Prince. So, the Champion decided she would wait for now. Until such time as Tia showed a [i]reason[/i] for her to get more involved.

This concentration was soon broken, however, as she spied Ranni steadily moving forward from the corner of her eye. Turning to watch her sister, Dyna watched as the girl approached the altar. A sense of comfort, no doubt, in something so familiar to her. Dyna gave her sister space, even as she ascended the altar, knowing that Ranni likely needed this... after all she'd been through. So even when her sister dropped suddenly to her knees, Dyna did not find herself filled with worry. Instead, moving to stand near the first row of pews and kept a watchful eye on her sister's prayer. 

What she was not prepared for, however, was to [i]hear[/i] Ranni's prayer. To hear every word within her own mind as if she were the one speaking it. Yet, strangely, she could clearly see that her sister's lips weren't moving. Dyna recoiled physically, taking a step back and steadying herself as she realized. She'd been hearing and feeling her sister's thoughts throughout the day. A product of her... new form, no doubt. Yet even as the shock from this realization was shook from her mind, Dyna once again found herself staggered by the words she heard her sister to be speaking. The pleas she made. 

[i]The horrific visions and experiences she shared from her sister's memory[/i].

The impact was enough to shake the Champion from her stupor, even as she saw Ranni hold her arm over the flame. Begging for either immolation or salvation. A plea, meant in part, to spare Dyna herself from some false hopes about their being reunited. 

She didn't speak the harsh retort she had to that thought, instead starting up the altar and reaching for the collar of her twin's robe. Intent on yanking the young woman away from the flame, and refusing to lose Ranni for a second time.