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In her time back home, Octavia had seen a fair number of deaths, but illness was a subject with which she wasn't well acquainted, and so the news of Isabel in the clinic hit her harder than she might have expected. They hadn't known each other an especially long time, true, but she still cared about the other girl; knowing that there was little she could do made it only harder to think about.
There was only one possible way to do something that she could think of, and that was to pray. She may not have trusted the temples that had appeared weeks before, and there were no other altars that she knew of, but she could find a way, she was sure. Parking her litter a few feet away, Octavia knelt on the ground in front of what she'd heard called a 'trampoline', for once not worried about the state of the simple lavender shift she wore. Hands clasped together, she bowed her head, and began to murmur intently in the Latin she was still so familiar with.
[Yeah, she's praying at the trampoline. Unless you speak Latin, you won't understand what she's saying. Timed to earlier this evening. ST/LT totally fine. :D]
There was only one possible way to do something that she could think of, and that was to pray. She may not have trusted the temples that had appeared weeks before, and there were no other altars that she knew of, but she could find a way, she was sure. Parking her litter a few feet away, Octavia knelt on the ground in front of what she'd heard called a 'trampoline', for once not worried about the state of the simple lavender shift she wore. Hands clasped together, she bowed her head, and began to murmur intently in the Latin she was still so familiar with.
[Yeah, she's praying at the trampoline. Unless you speak Latin, you won't understand what she's saying. Timed to earlier this evening. ST/LT totally fine. :D]