The Fallen and The Damned

It hadn't been to long ago that she had pledged her loyalty to a man she barely knew, but something felt right about it. The passion and purpose in his religion had opened her eyes to a new life. She was willing to fallow and though she hadn't really bonded with the others yet they were already taking their first trip together. She was quiet as she traveled with them, being polite and not staring at anyone. She didn't want to start things off by upsetting someone.

When they reached their destination she filed in ears perking as Archon spoke, introducing them and stating what they should be doing. How one shows there was God's presence through them? She wasn't sure, but she was new and had to at least try. She looked around to the others to see how they would stand or sit, what kind of expressions are on their faces, trying to gauge how she should look. For now she remained natural and neutral as she tried to access what she needed to do.

Archon would then howl drawing her attention to the territory before them, blue eyes curious. She wondered what his brother looked like and if he was as attractive as Archon himself. How would this brother hold himself? How would he react? So many things were swirling through her mind as they waited.