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Angel Cake #4, Celestial Blue #9
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Gratias Deo
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Angel Cake #4. Holy, Celestial Blue #9. saintly
Supplies and Materials: miniature, reimaging (of Waking Up), feathers, fabric, modeling clay
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Riluke
Warnings: References to the events of Sending a Message, references to parental death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is my last Angel Cake prompt yay!
Riluke had never been particularly religious. One of her aunts was a priestess, and her cousin Kirana was studying to become one, but as for Riluke herself, faith hadn't seemed particularly relevant to her daily life. Then, when Isshiri was attacked, she saw no reason to trust gods who allowed people like her uncle Ulore to move unchecked and hurt children. And her father's murder had only seemed to confirm that.
But here she was, watching Isshiri wake up after disappearing for weeks and not moving for days, and she found herself thanking every god whose name she could remember.
Story: Gratias Deo
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Angel Cake #4. Holy, Celestial Blue #9. saintly
Supplies and Materials: miniature, reimaging (of Waking Up), feathers, fabric, modeling clay
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Riluke
Warnings: References to the events of Sending a Message, references to parental death.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is my last Angel Cake prompt yay!
Riluke had never been particularly religious. One of her aunts was a priestess, and her cousin Kirana was studying to become one, but as for Riluke herself, faith hadn't seemed particularly relevant to her daily life. Then, when Isshiri was attacked, she saw no reason to trust gods who allowed people like her uncle Ulore to move unchecked and hurt children. And her father's murder had only seemed to confirm that.
But here she was, watching Isshiri wake up after disappearing for weeks and not moving for days, and she found herself thanking every god whose name she could remember.
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