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Post by Reverend Mateus on Nov 27, 2015 9:02:04 GMT -5
What's in a name?
Nimble fingers straightened the offerings draped over the altar, white flowers and fruit encased in a crown of bone, the red flesh of a pomegranate almost indistinguishable from mortal remains spanning rib-to-rib; tiny snow-white petals adorning the shine of silverskin. It was a slightly disturbing arrangement, 'an offering of life and death', if one were to ask the priest. Rev had been working silently for a while now, mentally trying to decide just how he was going to approach the subject. He cleared his throat in the end, although not stopping his work just yet. "I would appreciate it," He spoke aloud, words ringing through the previous busy silence, "if you would leave the satyr in peace." His words were carefully picked as he addressed Adam, whom he knew was (perforce) busy polishing the board's iron numerals. Anew. A tedious task normally not necessary.
A pause, then, before he continued: "She did not appreciate you threatening to light her life's work aflame, as you can imagine. I am asking you politely for now ― If I hear any more complaints, it will be an order next time around." That the latter would be more unpleasant of an option and back-to-back with a few pointless tasks more, was something Rev believed he didn't have to mention. Adam knew that well enough by now.
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