Larksong Grotto distilled by time

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Standing stock-still, the man let the waters consume him, cleanse him. The wound on his leg stung, but his expression remained steady as he stared straight on, feeling the light of the Daystar upon his back. With a deep inhale, the priest closed his eyes and sought to commune with his Lord, ask what the encounter had meant, but a sudden, foreign scent infiltrated his senses and his dark eyes snapped back open.

He cast a gaze over his shoulder, staring pointedly at a pale-coated woman who sat neatly at the banks, as if waiting for something. Assuming she was a newcomer to the church (how else would she have been able to get so far into the territory without being confronted?), Phares offered a warm smile, turning fully to face her. He waded forwards into the shallows until the water reached only halfway up his legs before giving a dip of his head. "Greetings, sister" he said, captivated by her odd pink nose and blood-red eyes.