01-21-2009, 07:30 PM
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There had been one task she had been putting off since the founding of Dahlia de Mai and now it was complete. For the others it seemed to have come so easily, their choosing of a dwelling, it seemed that they all had one either in Berwick or Wolfville, but it had taken much longer for the ivory female to settle in. What had spurred her to finally give in, she wasn’t completely sure, but she guessed that it had something to do with the increasing need to be left alone. Both Hanna and Alexey had returned, and while seeing them both had lifted her spirits greatly, she hadn’t encountered the other wolves of Dahlia de Mai except in passing. And she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Slay for the past two weeks. It seemed he truly had taken her request to heart.
The church she had found was outside the borders of Berwick, almost to St.Pepin’s vineyards and hidden from of sight by the towering willow trees and church grape vines right off the dirt road. The building was quite old but all the stain glass windows were intact and they had been the only part of the building Cercelee had bothered to clean, lovingly removing the dust from the colored panels. In the back of the church, where the human priest must have resided, was a small bedroom and a tiny kitchen with a fireplace. Here the windows were not stain glass and Cercelee lay on the worn, sinking bed staring out at the falling snow, completely alone.
There had been one task she had been putting off since the founding of Dahlia de Mai and now it was complete. For the others it seemed to have come so easily, their choosing of a dwelling, it seemed that they all had one either in Berwick or Wolfville, but it had taken much longer for the ivory female to settle in. What had spurred her to finally give in, she wasn’t completely sure, but she guessed that it had something to do with the increasing need to be left alone. Both Hanna and Alexey had returned, and while seeing them both had lifted her spirits greatly, she hadn’t encountered the other wolves of Dahlia de Mai except in passing. And she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Slay for the past two weeks. It seemed he truly had taken her request to heart.
The church she had found was outside the borders of Berwick, almost to St.Pepin’s vineyards and hidden from of sight by the towering willow trees and church grape vines right off the dirt road. The building was quite old but all the stain glass windows were intact and they had been the only part of the building Cercelee had bothered to clean, lovingly removing the dust from the colored panels. In the back of the church, where the human priest must have resided, was a small bedroom and a tiny kitchen with a fireplace. Here the windows were not stain glass and Cercelee lay on the worn, sinking bed staring out at the falling snow, completely alone.