Larksong Grotto Versace

The morning was just arriving. It wasn't even bright out, but a grainy grey, and the birds had yet to rouse their voices in song. The trademark title of their home was.. Lacking. But it would get brighter. Brighter, warmer, greater. For the land would bathe in the glow of their beloved Daystar, and though Hosannah was tired, she was hopeful. Those that did not deserve to be among them - a part of their flock, their family - were expelled.

She pulled herself from the grotto once the final hours of Hiram's meditation were at an end, and by wandering out from the cavern, she discovered the low-slung figure of Jhala. The girl who had aided her in driving out the evil forces, those that were hell-bent on destroying the ritual and Hiram's very soul.

Hosannah smiled as warmly as she could, given her exhaustion. You were of great help last night.