The church is outside of Berwick on the west side, by the vineyards ^^ . 420
Nayru gently pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped gingerly inside, sure that no one had entered this home since her mother and father had fled from it. Or rather, it wasn’t a home any longer. Simply it was just a church, a tiny one and one long forgotten. The stain glass windows, once kept clear, were covered in dust and grime, as were the insides of the small building. Cobwebs coated the pews and the small altar up front, and that was all she found in the big front room. A small door in the back led to smaller living quarters and she moved through them, holding her breathe as she entered a home that should have been her’s but never was.
The fireplace in the small kitchen had long been left unlit, although a pile of dry wood lay next to it as if the inhabitant of the small living quarters attached to the church had intended to come home and warm up the place. The two toned woman wandered here and there, touching the walls, the pews, the door frames and wondering what life would have been like if she was born here, as was intended according to Farore. Yet no, she was only conceived here and Nayru shied away from the sunken and molded mattress in the tiny bedroom that her mother and father must have once shared. She shifted through the wooden desk and found nothing; if Cercelee and Slay had any personal belongings then they must have taken them with them. There were no clues here and so she moved on.
Moving through the back door she found a small well and garden patch out back, both dried up and dead. Around the corner of the church a small door led down into a cellar and Nayru forced the door open. In the cellar Nayru discovered many forms of dried meats and squirreled away bottles of wine. It was clear that her mother and father had meant to stay here for a very long time. Idly she bit off a tiny piece of dried rabbit meat and found it was still good. It was only a little over a year since her mother must have run away. With a heavy sigh she left everything where she found it and moved back up and out into the sunlight. Slumping against the stone wall of the church, the young alpha closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Breathing in the future and breathing out the past.
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