All is silent in the Castle Blackford. The activities of the day have quieted as night falls. Upon the hills just outside of the great Castle's walls a young woman sits in peaceful serenity holding her holy symbol. As she looks up to the sky, her eyes quickly find the Circle of Eight. It is there that they remain as she begins a very personal ritual. She prays silently, knowing that if Lucindia is to listen, she shall hear every word.
"I am praying to you now, Lady of Magic, Mother of the Weave, not for guidance, but to affirm my faith. My history is not kept in the darkness, and may my choice and the kindness and acceptance of You and Your followers allow others such as myself to gain their freedom from the darkest of tyranny. In my short time under Your watchful eyes I have been shown wonders which I have never thought possible. I've met people so kind, and so pure that I can only strive to be such as they are. I have become who I was ment to be, but I have only begun my path. There is still so much for me to learn, and see; feel and understand. But the undying love I feel to You, as the child loves the Mother, shall never be shattered. I will strive in all things to be as the Vaireletk, and live by his example. I swear to you now that I shall never break this bond. My heart shall never wander, and my spirit shall never fall to taint. I am Your's, in mind, body, and spirit, and shall know no other as I know You.
I have become a Protector of the Weave, and I am Your's. I came upon this path however in a most unusual way. It was first the man, Remiel of Toran, who showed me such kindness even as I was one of the Mad God's flock. His example awakened something within me, that which to this day I do not understand. He showed me that despite who I was, there was hope for me yet. It is because of his example that I sought to be your Paladin.
I wish to thank You, from the depths of my very spirit, for all that You have provided for me. A home, a family, and another life to begin anew. I shall watch over the Weave as the best I am able, and use what I have learned in my life to seek out those who would abuse Your Gifts. You are my Sword and Shield, My Lady, and I am your faithful servent."
As she finishes the prayer she seems to remain upon the hill for some time. It is rare for such a moment of solace to be found in her life, and she seems to wish to enjoy every moment of it.
