Wapun Meadow tears of blood

No blood from her is taken, no punishment offered. She does  not know if it is relief or sorrow that courses through her now but still she rises at his command, falling back into place beside the sylph. Phocion (or not Phocion, but whoever the spirit he embodies currently is) moves, offering them a baptism in blood. She hesitates before submitting, but submit she does, accepting the gentle swipe of holy blood against her cheeks. 

Afterward she lingers, mumbling a half-forgotten prayer of her own as she waits with Phocion for the moon's descent. Her tears dry slow and it is with strangely light footfalls she makes her retreat to the valley under the streaks of dawn's light above.