Snippet #2531347

Day 1

The words that came from Adrian's mouth baffled Sylphine for a few seconds. You failed to protect them...? The lizardmen? But everyone else was supporting the dwarf...what were you thinking? Shaking her head, she noticed that the masked man was carrying a few corpses towards the hole he had been digging. So he had been making a grave, instead of helping them battle...what a strange man. Oh well, who was she to judge him right now? They hadn't exchanged a word.

The girl pointed her hands towards one of the corpses, summoning a very gentle air current. The corpse was lifted a few inches into the air, and she placed it carefully into one of the graves. It wasn't that she was worried about dirtying her hands by handling the corpse, but rather dirtying the corpse with her hands. As soon as this endeavor was finished, she started to repeat the process with another.

Pirika's eyes snapped to the side, and noticed something. Heads up, Sylphine, she warned. That priestess, she's giving us some sort of death glare. Sylphine's eyes glanced very briefly up while she was guiding the corpse, and she saw the supposed holy woman staring straight at her coldly instead of paying attention to the people she was trying to bandage up. This is definitely proof that something's messed up about her, the bird thought, letting out a growl through her beak.

Definitely. But who's going to believe me? Sylphine replied, continuing the work. Just act natural. Right now, if we try anything, we'll cause a huge ruckus. I definitely will consult Taethion about it when I get the chance, though. Instead, she called over her shoulder. "You know, instead of gawking at me respecting the dead, you should be paying attention to your work. We wouldn't want your patients to die in treatment, after all." Surely enough, from that single glance, she knew the bandages had been applied poorly in the priestess' fixation on the emerald-haired maiden.

Before long, all the bodies were placed in the grave. Seeing the one which had been partially devoured sickened Sylphine, and she had to avert her gaze, leaning on a tree for support. She watched as the masked man covered the hole, set up a makeshift torch, and set it aflame, speaking prayers in an unknown language. It was actually quite fascinating to watch...but at the same time, it just made this man even more strange. He wasn't from this land at all, to be sure...

Bending down in front of the grave on one knee, she bowed deeply and whispered her own prayer of sorts. "What was born from nature must eventually return to nature. Sleep well, and reunite with the earth who gave you the gift of life once more." If there was any god her village worshiped, it could only be nature itself.

Standing up, she turned to Adrian, whom she had noticed had been apologizing over and over to each corpse which he had carried...it honestly bothered her. Wondering what to say for a few moments, Sylphine finally started to speak. "I know this sounds cold, but don't forget, they've killed people in the past too. If you can still ask for forgiveness and grieve for them while knowing that, then your hate for the daemon becomes a bit hypocritical." She waited for his response.