Room 415, Saturday Morning After Radio
Jan. 10th, 2015 03:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seeks_truthIt had been a week now since Cassandra had been sent here by that mage's failed spell, and she had yet to uncover a way back. It would come, of that she was sure, but progress was not coming as fast as she would like. Being hauled in by rodents that morning hadn't done much to diminish her frustration.
But it did need to be diminished, or it might well eat at her purpose.
When she returned to her room, she did not proceed onward to take breakfast. She had been disturbed during morning prayer, and she had to make up for it. She had been frustrated that she had not had time to put her armor on before, but now it was a boon: she could slide easily to her knees in front of the bed without undue strain.
"Maker, my enemies are abundant. Many are those who rise up against me. But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion, should they set themselves against me."
The familiar words, spoken in familiar rhythm slid through her, calming.
"Though all before me is shadow, yet shall the Maker be my guide. I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Beyond. For there is no darkness in the Maker's Light, and nothing that He has wrought shall be lost."
The Canticle of Trials had always been a comfort to her. It was no different now.
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But it did need to be diminished, or it might well eat at her purpose.
When she returned to her room, she did not proceed onward to take breakfast. She had been disturbed during morning prayer, and she had to make up for it. She had been frustrated that she had not had time to put her armor on before, but now it was a boon: she could slide easily to her knees in front of the bed without undue strain.
"Maker, my enemies are abundant. Many are those who rise up against me. But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion, should they set themselves against me."
The familiar words, spoken in familiar rhythm slid through her, calming.
"Though all before me is shadow, yet shall the Maker be my guide. I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Beyond. For there is no darkness in the Maker's Light, and nothing that He has wrought shall be lost."
The Canticle of Trials had always been a comfort to her. It was no different now.
[[ open post, cracked door ]]
