Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
After the numerous interesting encounters he'd had in the last days (some good, some bad), Gideon was craving some simple relaxation. While his Cathedral was a place of serenity and peace; it was often easier for the congregation to feel at ease there than the Priest himself, who couldn't sit still in the space for more than half an hour without noticing something that had to be done: an unlit candle, a skewed painting...anything that wasn't perfect.
He needed to spend time somewhere fresh, so he had come to the Celestine. Sometimes it was good to connect with nature, with what they were fighting for and what the Gods had originally set up for them in this world. The Ascended were a corruption of the natural order, but walking in the beautiful garden was a reminder that they could not corrupt it as a whole.
Seeing Lena ahead, speaking to a Cloud Wyrm, he smiled at the gentle and quiet exchange. Gideon almost didn't want to interrupt, but he knew that Lena would see him as he passed; he stepped into the enclosure. "Oh, dear. What's happened to your little friend here?" He asked, seeing the injuries on the Cloud Wyrm.
He needed to spend time somewhere fresh, so he had come to the Celestine. Sometimes it was good to connect with nature, with what they were fighting for and what the Gods had originally set up for them in this world. The Ascended were a corruption of the natural order, but walking in the beautiful garden was a reminder that they could not corrupt it as a whole.
Seeing Lena ahead, speaking to a Cloud Wyrm, he smiled at the gentle and quiet exchange. Gideon almost didn't want to interrupt, but he knew that Lena would see him as he passed; he stepped into the enclosure. "Oh, dear. What's happened to your little friend here?" He asked, seeing the injuries on the Cloud Wyrm.
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
