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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brother Shatterstone" data-source="post: 1665205" data-attributes="member: 13442">Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)* Loviana turns just in time to see the hurt expression on Orshallan.  Looking apologetic Loviana moves back to his side, her own expression turning to deep hurt as she listens to his words. *“Nor do I, I saw something similar…  When I slept, and after you sacrificed so much for me, I had doubts at what I saw but one of the older priests had no doubts and lifted many of mine.  I simply saw, I never touched it, and I felt its pull, I can only imagine how Lydia felt, her leaving such a wonderful and carrying man behind is simply further proof to me.”* Loviana tries to hide the touch of jealousy she feels for Orshallan’s dead love behind a carrying and worried smile. *“My dear?  Did you two love physically?  Ever?  I know it’s none of my business but my heart feels the need to know…  Was that love unnatural also?  I don’t see our love to be unnatural, I know if you ask any of the Sunites they will say that our love is more natural, more special, than most as it knows now bindings, not even our vastly different faiths keep us from loving each other.”“I’m not trying to change your mind, I know your faith to strong for that, I am saddened that you fell that are love is so unnatural that you do not trust me, and for that reason alone I wish the things in my past where different, but if you truly love me than those things should not matter in the end.”* Her words spoken, her cheeks still wet and her green eyes still misty, Loviana finish gather her few belongings.  With an expression of tragic sorrow she glances back over her shoulder, making a small gesture that causes the illusion of her true self to dissolve into the falsehood that is Lydia. *“I’ve taken enough of your time tonight my beloved, I shall sleep in my own chamber tonight, though I have little doubt that it will be more cell than chamber tonight.”  Giving a fragile smile, “I see at the morning services, my High Righteousness.”* Without another word she quietly exists the personal chamber of Orshallan and makes her way to her own, where she cries till she’s exhausted and sleep takes her. *</blockquote>

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