Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

the saints of the dying light. a mouthful, and from the sound of it, a religious group. germanicus studied her. perhaps that was the glow of her face through the scarring: beatified by some inner belief. sanctus. "it seems to have treated you well," the guard mentioned of her choice to join. 

he wished to ask more after these saints. arlette's outward demeanour was one of affability, and so the centurion nodded. "that is very kind of you." a gesture of his muzzle to indicate the pearlescent woman should lead on, and he would follow.