𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙃 | 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝘿 - 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙆

𝘤 𝘩 𝘢 𝘱 𝘵 𝘦 𝘳 𝘧 𝘰 𝘶 𝘳

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four - a place of god filled with sinners

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When Quirina awoke, she saw a young looking nun sitting on a stool and staring at Nimue and her. The Fey girl scrambled up in alarm, brushing straw off of her blue dress.

"Who are you?" the nun asked.

"Where's my sword?" Nimue ignored, looking around. And sure enough, the blade was nowhere in sight, "Where is my sword?"

"You're sword?" asked the nun, "Are you a soldier?"

"No, I... I came here with a sword," Nimue explained, "I have to get it to somebody. Where am I?"

"Yvior Abbey," the nun said, "You don't seem very smart."

"An Abbey?" Nimue sighed, "I'm in a bloody nunnery-"

"You're safe now, whatever your name is," the nun said, "This is a godly place. No demons allowed, That's what Abbess Nora says." She tilted her eyes slightly, "I have a way of spying demons, do you know how?"

Nimue decided to humor her, "No. How?"

"I stare at them. I just stare at them until I see through their faces to their real faces," she told.

Quirina stood up, unsheathing a sword. It was not her shadow sword, for that was called Destruatur. This was a khopesh, something that Berdon had made for her before he died.

Burned alive on a cross by Paladins one day when he went hunting.

She pointed the sword at the nun and said, "Where is her sword?"

Then the door opened and in walked a young woman, "Iris," she said, "Child, does Abbess Nora know you're out here?"

"No, Sister Igraine," Iris replied.

"Well, it'll be our secret. Saved you some mulberries in the kitchen," Igraine said, "Run along now, Child. We have many guests here today and they'll surely be needing food and drink."

Iris glared at them, "Who are they?"

"No one important," Igraine answered, "Now run along now, Child, before those guests eat those mulberries."

With one last glare, Iris left.

Igraine was a tall woman, with chocolate brown eyes and satiny dark brown skin. She stepped forward and slapped Nimue across the face.

"You talk to no one unless I say," she snapped, "And put that away," she hissed at Quirina.

Amused, Quirina sheathed her sword.