Asariel smiled at the young one's eagerness. The Swallowtail fluttered off of her hand and she watched it go, wishing it hadn't. Butterflies had always held some kind hope, some kind of faith that kept her going. It held hope that life would turn out as she wanted it to, faith that it would most certainly. She smiled as it landed on the wall, sitting still as stone. She turned her unique, bi-colored eyes back on Rendall. "Well," she started, wondering just how to explain to the young one the story of how God gave His only Son to the world of man. She frowned briefly, confused as how to start.
"The Great One? Well, the humans called Him God, and they called His Son Jesus. Jesus was born to a lady who had never had babies before though, her name was Mary. She and her husband Joseph walked all the way to a really old city called Bethleham; and they tried to get a place to stay so that Mary could have Baby Jesus, but there wasn't any room. So, they stayed in a stable and Mary had her baby there. Angels came to three wise men and they traveled to this little town, bringing nice smelling oils and gifts for the new Lord. Jesus, and His Father are the same though, and Jesus is the Fisher of Men. He saves your soul, see." She knew it was probably a confusing story and she most definitely wasn't the best one to tell it, but she got credit for trying, anyway.
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