Firefly Glen "Through the Refiner’s Fire" (Malachi 3:3)

Unquestionable. Unbowed, unbent, unbroken. Her faith was a beacon, unchallenged. Even if the priestess was not praising for her steadiness and devotion, she still felt proud, feeding into her ego. Staying faithful as she is was not for everyone, of course, she understood that. It was in her blood, her flesh, every part of her sylph body.

Priestesses often journeyed within a sacred circle, for to wander alone was to bring the mark of death upon one's self. She longed for a kindred soul to walk beside her, a fellow woman to carry the weight of divine words upon the wind, to share in the trials of the road. 

„If you wish to carry His word upon the wind,” she murmured, pressing a paw to her chest, „or if you seek but a lone pilgrim to walk beside you through the shadows of this world,” the ghost of a once-faded smile flickered upon her lips, softer now, „then it would be more than wise to do so.” Solitude had never been her path to begin with.