Fifth Prayer: Loss

[faithfulflame]

[She'd just checked Usagi's room, and it was empty. Nothing remained of Sailor Moon save for a half-empty bucket of pudding just sitting in the fridge. With a cry of frustration, the normally reserved miko took it out and hurled it at the trash bin, chocolate oozing down the wall. This was just too much. First Ami, then that awful Apep creature taking Sabriel, and now Usagi!

Her friends would need to be told, of course. So, a few minutes later a Voice transmission pops out over the journals. Rei's voice is tight and controlled, but there's definitely an undercurrent of sadness]

I'm sorry to inform everyone that Tsukino Usagi-san has been sent home by the Malnosso.

Please think of her fondly, and wish her luck.

Should anyone wish to make a formal prayer for her, I will be available to help with that, so please contact me via the journal.

[Closing the feed, Rei picks up her journal and heads out to the little tent shrine she, Ami, and Usagi had put together months before, lighting a flame on the brazier with Eferin and preparing several prayer strips of her own for her friend and Sailor Moon. She burns them, and sends her wishes to the other girl, whereever she might be]

Be well, Usagi-chan.

(OOC: Feel free to respond via voice, or find Rei at her little hideaway)

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[antivanleather]

Thank you for the prayer, Suora bella. May the Maker or whichever god or spirit that holds sway in this place listen well to your words.

[For himself, Zev selects the 'French Vanilla Latte' that had been recommended to him a few days ago. Light. Creamy. Not overly bitter. It's quite good, actually.]

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[faithfulflame]

I hope so too.

[Another sip]

Can you tell me more of your faith, Zevran-san?

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[antivanleather]

What is it that you wish to know? How the Chantry tells the tales of our revered Andraste- the story of creation and the Maker? I know a little of all of it, and would be happy to tell you anything.

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[faithfulflame]

Tell me of Andraste first.

[She takes a seat, gesturing for him to do the same, while taking a sip]

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[antivanleather]

[Zev folds up his umbrella and sets his tray of coffee drinks aside, settling across from the Sister.]

Andraste was a prophet, the wife of the Maker. A woman of great purity, wisdom, and if the Chantry is to be believed, beauty.

[Zevran takes a sip of the vanilla flavored beverage and smiles to himself, sitting back and explaining what he knows of Andraste to the best of his ability. It is paraphrased here and there, spoken simply, honestly, and sincerely.]