Black Morass her body

irene stood just behind Ione, her emerald eyes sweeping over the altar with a mix of curiosity and caution. the jagged formation seemed to pulse with an unseen energy, the vivid colors of moss and wildflowers standing out like scattered jewels against its dark surface. she hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond, her thoughts tangled between awe and doubt.  

i see... her voice trailed off as she took a step closer, her gaze narrowing. i see something ancient. something powerful. like it’s been here longer than any of us, watching, waiting.

her tone was low, almost hesitant, as though afraid of saying too much—or too little. the air felt heavy around her, pressing against her lungs, but she straightened her shoulders, unwilling to let the weight hold her.  

as for what i feel... irene’s jaw tightened briefly before she answered. respect, and... wariness. like it’s testing me, deciding if i'm worthy to stand here.

her gaze flickered to ione, cautious but questioning, as though trying to read the reverend mother’s reaction.