07-14-2012, 04:46 AM
She would get her answer and be on her way, the decision was made firmly within her mind. Still she knew that she shouldn't have hesitated at all. Châtiment knew this as well and had tried to get her moving but she hadn't listened. What was wrong with her? she left home and suddenly decided to turn her back on her teachings. "Another week of fasting should do it." The words were muttered under her breath as her hand gripped the crucifix tightly. Penance had to be paid for each and every wrong move. She had no one but herself to dole out the punishment now. Not unless she might be able to meet with one of her brethren at the land's end. Yes, that was the purpose behind this journey. She would put everything right once she got there.
But for now there was something that she could do to remind herself that this wasn't a journey of leisure. The crucifix was dropped to rest against her chest once more and to free up her hands. She reached down for the metal device that was wrapped about her leg. She loosened it for only a moment, only doing so in order to reposition it so that it could be fastened tighter. With skilled hands that showed she wasn't a stranger to this sort of punishment the female was able to work the cilice tighter, it actually biting into flesh now rather than having just been resting uncomfortably against it, without having to look down upon it. But then again the scarring that wrapped her leg should have already attested to that much.
She had just finished affixing the object used in mortification of the flesh when she spotted coming to answer her call. The pinpricks of blood were ignored, blossoming at each point that she had forced the metal to sink into her flesh. She deserved it and she knew it. She shouldn't have strayed from the path and since she had the wrongdoing would remain carved into her flesh as many others had been.
Gaze lifted upon the male that was seated atop his steed. Her own wasn't used for riding but would typically have a travois hitched to it so that large kills could easily be dragged back to where the rest of the pack awaited the meal. Of course that wasn't present at he moment as there was no body to be dragging about. No, Châtiment only had the pack containing Willam's few possessions slung across his back. His presence on this trip was mostly to keep Willam focused and ever moving, not that such had worked out all that well at the current moment.
"Willam la Chemin, survivor of la Chemin. Where are the bodies?" The male was addressed in the same fashion that he had delivered his own address. The female didn't hesitate with her own question. It was what was weighing on her mind and preventing her from completing her journey. For some reason she absolutely had to know what was done with the bodies of the slain.
But for now there was something that she could do to remind herself that this wasn't a journey of leisure. The crucifix was dropped to rest against her chest once more and to free up her hands. She reached down for the metal device that was wrapped about her leg. She loosened it for only a moment, only doing so in order to reposition it so that it could be fastened tighter. With skilled hands that showed she wasn't a stranger to this sort of punishment the female was able to work the cilice tighter, it actually biting into flesh now rather than having just been resting uncomfortably against it, without having to look down upon it. But then again the scarring that wrapped her leg should have already attested to that much.
She had just finished affixing the object used in mortification of the flesh when she spotted coming to answer her call. The pinpricks of blood were ignored, blossoming at each point that she had forced the metal to sink into her flesh. She deserved it and she knew it. She shouldn't have strayed from the path and since she had the wrongdoing would remain carved into her flesh as many others had been.
Gaze lifted upon the male that was seated atop his steed. Her own wasn't used for riding but would typically have a travois hitched to it so that large kills could easily be dragged back to where the rest of the pack awaited the meal. Of course that wasn't present at he moment as there was no body to be dragging about. No, Châtiment only had the pack containing Willam's few possessions slung across his back. His presence on this trip was mostly to keep Willam focused and ever moving, not that such had worked out all that well at the current moment.
"Willam la Chemin, survivor of la Chemin. Where are the bodies?" The male was addressed in the same fashion that he had delivered his own address. The female didn't hesitate with her own question. It was what was weighing on her mind and preventing her from completing her journey. For some reason she absolutely had to know what was done with the bodies of the slain.