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"I am still settling in." Which was true enough. She was still trying to get used to being away from la Chemin. It was quite a difference being here than being the only other place that she had ever known. She wasn't being woken up early in the morning to attend services, even if she still got up early simply because it was what she had been most used to. But here, in Inferni, there was no one to rise early and partake of daily devotions with her. It was simply something that she was still getting used to.
Willam watched as the other female slipped into the water. And then the other's horse had quickly followed her into the water. The sight had Willam smiling. They were so relaxed and at ease here while Willam was still trying to figure out her place and purpose. But wasn't that really just a life long attempt? To try and find one's purpose, that was. Didn't everyone go through life trying to be remembered for at least one thing so that it wouldn't feel as if life one' life was entirely wasted. But what was Willam to do to prove herself an asset among heretics? No matter how devout to her religion that she was it wouldn't matter to hardly any that lived here.
A hand reached up to wrap around the wooden crucifix attached to the rosary that she wore. It was an attempt to calm her troubled thoughts. this was just a trial to test her faith and she would make it through. She wouldn't allow herself to falter. And if she strayed even the slightest amount then Willam was quite used to penance. It had become a near daily routine for her. One could never know join without tribulations, there could never be pleasure without first going through pain and suffering.
Willam was pulled from her thoughts when the female spoke again. the large female dropped her hand back down to her side as she focused on what was being said and asked of her. "I've only met Ithiel as well as Helotes and his children." She knew that wasn't much at all. "Oh, and of course, now you. She smiled apologetically for forgetting the female in front of her. Willam had no idea how many more that there were to meet. She had no idea if she would even be able to meet them all either. What would she speak of? The only thing Willam knew was her religion. It was all that was discussed in la Chemin. Because of this she didn't know what made up the conversation of heretics.
Willam eased her way down into the water since she had been invited to join the other in the water. She still remained close to the shore though. "I certainly wouldn't mind learning more about those that live here. Or well, anything about Inferni. I'm afraid I don't know too much about this place just yet." Actually she had never actually intended upon stopping here. She had been distracted by the decor and offered the possibility that this was where she was meant to be. It had to be a sign if the one that she was to run into was another devout in the land heretics, hadn't it? So it had been his words to convince her to stay even if she hadn't seen him since, not that she really expected daily encounters with him either.
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