out in the world.

[nevermarried]

Book had known about the chapel for a while, and hadn't quite gotten over to it just yet. He was a nomadic shepherd, a man who tended to a flock that lived in the black. He went from the abbey to the black, and his flock, as it were, was a ragtag group of criminals that held to their own rules and morals. Where these eight people, alone in the

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[selfmade_crouch]

Barty was cross. Albus was ill, quite legitimately and graphically so, and he was itching to bring the Dark Lord back into society, though of course the two could not be seen together, initially. Cecily had been interesting for a minute or two, as had that Roman woman, but Barty was deeply, deeply restless. His cause was totally fucking moot, here. He had no magic. The fact was sitting particularly heavily with him at the moment.

He frowned thoughtfully at the church and stopped beside the older man who was also watching it.

"I thought churches were supposed to inspire in anyone who looked upon them a sense of awe and the grandeur of the institution of the church and, by extension, the greatness of the Lord." This was all said in a mildly disdainful, sort of nonplussed- but casual- tone.

[nevermarried]

"The greatness of the Lord doesn't need ostentatious buildings to be felt everywhere." He turned to the young man, smiling casually. "There's God all around us; it's in the ground we stand on, the air we breathe, the people we love." He shrugged. "No big churches necessary."

[selfmade_crouch]

"Well, no, one wouldn't think he did," Barty answered, "yet it seems to be the universal fashion, save a very few exceptions. You sound like a priest," he added, because the man did. Religion, outside of the perfunctory celebration of Christmas, was not something Barty had had in his life.

He'd discovered spirituality of a kind, though.

[nevermarried]

"His followers may be misguided sometimes, but He knows what's right." He smiled, eyes twinkling. "I'm a Shepherd. Something like a priest or a minister." He'd heard the terms bandied about, and though he was a little different, to some folks, it was all the same. "Faith isn't about big buildings, but he won't begrudge folks celebrating him however they can. Singing, prayer, and building basilicas." He shrugged, pressing a hand to his chest. "Whatever makes your heart sing."

[theonionknight]

Davos had heard of the chapel and he thought it was something worth keeping an eye on. He had learned enough to know that no-one worshiped Rh'llor here but he was still somewhat uneasy about any religion that was not his own.

He saw the other man outside as he wandered towards it and raised a hand in greeting.

[nevermarried]

Book inclined his head, raising his hand halfway, a half a wave. He lifted his chin, smiling broadly. "Greetings."

[theonionknight]

"Good Day to you," Davos responded. "You going to the church?"

[nevermarried]

Book looked up at it. "Haven't decided." He looked over at the man, smiling. "Sometimes what y'need isn't inside there." He gestured at the front door. "And sometimes it is. Hard to tell if this is one of those times."

[unextrordinary]

Sometimes I just let my feet go and the rest of me follows until we reach the place where we're going to be. I don't always know where this is, and I tend to count steps, count rocks along the way and think of a lot really dumb things, and it's not sad or stupid or anything pathetic. I just like it. I just do things like that; I'm not a big adventure type.

It's why when I walk into the church, I hadn't been thinking that I was going to run into people, because I hadn't been thinking where I was going to go at all. I was even more surprised to see someone there at all.

"Oh, I didn't think there'd be somewhere here," I say, only to frown after the words come out. Kind of dumb once I think about it.

[nevermarried]

Book looked up, smiling crookedly. "Not to worry." He paused, eyes twinkling. "I could not be here if you'd prefer." He shrugged. "Just passing through."

[unextrordinary]

Now if that doesn't make me feel guilty, I don't know what does. I half through up my hands and shake my head.

"Oh--no, don't leave because I'm an airhead. I was just...wandering."

[nevermarried]

Book grinned. "Not at all!" He chuckled a little, smiling. "Sometimes folk just look for solitude, is all." He shrugged. "And wandering leads you wherever your feet go, I know that much."

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron normally wouldn't have set foot near a gorram church, but it just so happened the building crew'd put her hut very close to it. Not so close that she could see it from where she lived, thankfully, but close enough.

She'd almost turned and headed back the way she came when she saw who was standing in front of it, but after only a fraction of a second's hesitation continued the way she was going. Now was as good a time as any to find out if they really practiced what they preached. "Shepherd," she greeted, her expression neutral.

[nevermarried]

He eyed her warily, eyes twinkling. "Saffron." He paused. "Unless it's Helen. Or Brigid, or Yolanda." He paused again, a smile quirking on his lips. "How's life on the island treating you?"

[poison_lipstick]

"Saffron is fine," she replied with a sarcastic smile. "Oh, life on the island's just dandy. I'm just tickled to be stuck in the world for so long."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "How about you, shepherd? Finding enough flock to tend to here?"

[nevermarried]

"Had enough back on the boat, and most of them are here anyway." He arched an eyebrow warily. "Is being stuck in one place really that bad? Y'meet a few folk, get to know the place." He raised his eyebrow, sighing as he turned his face back to the church. "Might try enjoying yourself for a bit. Make a few friends."