Post by Lucina Custodia on Jan 9, 2013 10:03:24 GMT -5
Sighing, Lucina kneeled down by the wash-bowl which was filled with warm water to help prepare herself for what was to come this day. She hoped that Cullen would have accepted her want to leave the Order, though she had her doubts considering he refused the past Maker knows how many, then she would return her Armour and Sword before finding work elsewhere in Thedas.
Stripping herself of her plain shirt, Lucina started to wash herself, her pale scar shining against her skin just under left breast. It had stopped it's irritation many years ago, but it had served her well as a sort of warning bell. She could not, nor would she even attempt to explain how but it was as her thoughts swirled in her mind before she begun her prayers for the morning and for the coming day. There was always something that someone wanted for her to do.
Tucking one of her blond curls behind her ear, Lucina refused to look in the mirror nearby. She felt tainted, dirty and unworthy of her Armour, her family sword, her Rank and her face. For it reminded her too much of someone she once respected and cared for, who was now gone.
Stripping herself of her plain shirt, Lucina started to wash herself, her pale scar shining against her skin just under left breast. It had stopped it's irritation many years ago, but it had served her well as a sort of warning bell. She could not, nor would she even attempt to explain how but it was as her thoughts swirled in her mind before she begun her prayers for the morning and for the coming day. There was always something that someone wanted for her to do.
Tucking one of her blond curls behind her ear, Lucina refused to look in the mirror nearby. She felt tainted, dirty and unworthy of her Armour, her family sword, her Rank and her face. For it reminded her too much of someone she once respected and cared for, who was now gone.
