Larksong Grotto Pure On The Outside

Vuk couldn't remember how long she'd been here - perhaps she'd been here to found the Grotto before it'd been a church. They walked a little further before the white woman asked a question - either Nova missed the gracelessness in it or she ignored it. She smiled and nodded, even if her friends tone didn't suggest she was happy about it. 

             "Yes - I've felt the warmth of his light in my heart."

Her spectral eyes flicked over in an attempt to catch Vuk's own slightly greener ones, but they were not judgemental, only warm and welcoming. The smile was still firmly stitched into her blackened maw - Nova never had been one to force others into things, for what was the point of disloyal followers. She suspected that not all the other Raas worshippers would feel the same. Her next words were not a question, but a soft comment - it was left open to be answered or ignored. 
 
                                 "You don't seem to feel the same."