Cleaning House
Miria had an odd assortment of items by the time she had finished her inventory.
"What on earth was I doing with small animal tongues and dead insects? The gold flakes are nice...but it doesn't look like I was using them for artwork...and all these masks? Pretty, but why so many? I'd never wear these things."
All those things, plus much more, went into a box, though she did move the gold flakes into the workroom to use them for gilding. She considered keeping some of those notes that she could tell identified elements of Sanctified sorcery, but decided against it, even if she was curious. She'd leave no reason for the Lance to say she was leaving with their secrets. When Faith arrived, she'd give them to her.
She did keep a single copy of the Testament, if only for her fascination with the theology.
"One more thing to do." Going into her email, she found the threads from a list she never remembered joining but nonetheless knew she had access to. Ironic, she thought, that the last topics she saw and would ever see were "[Lancea-Sanctum] This matter of change or leaving" and "[Lancea-Sanctum] The Path We Walk."
Signs within signs. This wasn't going to be easy at all... but she was happy.
"What on earth was I doing with small animal tongues and dead insects? The gold flakes are nice...but it doesn't look like I was using them for artwork...and all these masks? Pretty, but why so many? I'd never wear these things."
All those things, plus much more, went into a box, though she did move the gold flakes into the workroom to use them for gilding. She considered keeping some of those notes that she could tell identified elements of Sanctified sorcery, but decided against it, even if she was curious. She'd leave no reason for the Lance to say she was leaving with their secrets. When Faith arrived, she'd give them to her.
She did keep a single copy of the Testament, if only for her fascination with the theology.
"One more thing to do." Going into her email, she found the threads from a list she never remembered joining but nonetheless knew she had access to. Ironic, she thought, that the last topics she saw and would ever see were "[Lancea-Sanctum] This matter of change or leaving" and "[Lancea-Sanctum] The Path We Walk."
Signs within signs. This wasn't going to be easy at all... but she was happy.