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Miryam

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Date Posted: 17:23:23 03/25/02 Mon

As they enter the town, Miryam looks over to the retreating Deirdre. "Deirdre, do you mind if I send Amadeus with you? I have to go somewhere before I head to the inn." Since we're far too impatient to wait for the answer to just that, we're going to assume Deirdre says yes (^_^). Amadeus changes from his cat-like form to that of a small sparrow, remembering how he had frightened Deirdre before. This ought to be less threatening. He perches on Deirdre's soldier as Miryam heads the other way.

"There must be one here," she mumbles to herself, visually searching the town. She stops when she hears the bells down a winding road, and when she looks up, she can see the peak of the church. It's just as well that Amadeus went with Deirdre, she thinks. Her daemon could not enter a church with her. Not because he would poof into dust and cease to exist, but the church was the house of God, where she must go before Him alone. As her own soul.

And no priest would let an animal enter confession with me, she adds. Her stomach tumbles. Not that she had never been to confessional before. But she had other sins that weighed heavier on her now. Somehow I think my penance will be more than saying a few Hal Mary's and Our Fathers.

She forces herself to smile, if only to herself, as she enters the confessional booth and discloses to a faceless priest everything that's happened to her and everything she's done since the death of her foster-father.

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