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One last farewell to make.
He's been putting it off. He has a feeling it will be difficult, though he is not quite sure how; still, it must be done.
"Hello, Shiel," he says, as the priestess comes to greet him at the door to the Temple. She smiled to see him - a new thing, that. A sign of harmony, in a way, if one wanted to take it like that.
"I know you have given blood," Shiel says, almost apologetically.
"I'll do so again," he suggests, in the spirit of harmony, and she shakes her head, flushing, and sends an acolyte to find the High Priestess.
He's been putting it off. He has a feeling it will be difficult, though he is not quite sure how; still, it must be done.
"Hello, Shiel," he says, as the priestess comes to greet him at the door to the Temple. She smiled to see him - a new thing, that. A sign of harmony, in a way, if one wanted to take it like that.
"I know you have given blood," Shiel says, almost apologetically.
"I'll do so again," he suggests, in the spirit of harmony, and she shakes her head, flushing, and sends an acolyte to find the High Priestess.