(OOC: okay, well, minus the god- part of the surname.)
I
[The floods came through. But, as all such floods must, eventually the waters recede, the birds return, and the trees remain. Though, as in all such floods, there remains the matter of what to do with the bodies, who were not as lucky nor as blessed as the birds, the trees, and the waters. Some may claim they died on account of their wickedness, though Miriam is not one of them. Not today, at least, for today they must be accounted for, and the pyres must be lit, and their souls must be sent away to join all others.]
All things in this world are finite. What one man gains, another has lost. We have all lost much today. We can but hope that those who remain will gain some measure of peace and comfort in the days to come, as the departed who now sit by the side of the Maker.
IV
[The crystals are new and work by magic. Miriam is... somewhat suspicious, to say the least, but still: it is not the crystals that are evil. Not yet. Not until the Wicked get their hands on them. So, she asks a question in the dark of the night, hardly expecting an answer.]
Who do you suppose is listening to the conversations we have among ourselves?
Sister Miriam Godwinson | Alpha Centauri | AU'd
I
[The floods came through. But, as all such floods must, eventually the waters recede, the birds return, and the trees remain. Though, as in all such floods, there remains the matter of what to do with the bodies, who were not as lucky nor as blessed as the birds, the trees, and the waters. Some may claim they died on account of their wickedness, though Miriam is not one of them. Not today, at least, for today they must be accounted for, and the pyres must be lit, and their souls must be sent away to join all others.]
All things in this world are finite. What one man gains, another has lost. We have all lost much today. We can but hope that those who remain will gain some measure of peace and comfort in the days to come, as the departed who now sit by the side of the Maker.
IV
[The crystals are new and work by magic. Miriam is... somewhat suspicious, to say the least, but still: it is not the crystals that are evil. Not yet. Not until the Wicked get their hands on them. So, she asks a question in the dark of the night, hardly expecting an answer.]
Who do you suppose is listening to the conversations we have among ourselves?