When Luciana spoke about the likelihood of him spending hours adjusting the placement, Gideon was indeed in the midst of turning the sculpture this way and that, trying to think how best it might compliment the others around it and show the correct respect to each respective God. He had to give a chuckle, let it slide off his shoulders, as he stood up. "What's wrong with that, in a Cathedral?" Gideon pointed out.
Still, he needed the cloths before he found it's final position anyway. Stepping down from the altar he gestured for Luciana to follow him as he went to one of the side rooms, opening the heavy oak doors and cringing at the loud creak. "I really need to get one of you engineering-fixing types to sort that out."
In this side room there was a rack of robes, divided into seasons and festivals: lighter colours with red highlights for Longheat, darker colours with blue for Deepfrost, and a spectrum of all shades between. "So -- tell me. How are you?" Gideon asked as he began to move boxes of supplies and decorations away from the far door in the corner.
Still, he needed the cloths before he found it's final position anyway. Stepping down from the altar he gestured for Luciana to follow him as he went to one of the side rooms, opening the heavy oak doors and cringing at the loud creak. "I really need to get one of you engineering-fixing types to sort that out."
In this side room there was a rack of robes, divided into seasons and festivals: lighter colours with red highlights for Longheat, darker colours with blue for Deepfrost, and a spectrum of all shades between. "So -- tell me. How are you?" Gideon asked as he began to move boxes of supplies and decorations away from the far door in the corner.
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
