𝐆𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖈𝖊𝖑 𝐂𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆 .

she appeared to be a human woman. but the priest remained deeply wary. what was she doing out here ? and why was the tone of her vioce sound oddly challenging... 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 , even ? “I was... erm. Hoping to forage for wild fungi ,” came his clumsy false explanation. +

Gellert had been crouched where the brush had been disturbed by something massive , inspecting the soft earth for prints. the priest jolted at the sudden voice , practically falling on his arse. staring at the being before him with wide , dark eyes. “I— I hath thought I +

Gellert listened carefully to her every word , dared not interrupt. So... love was worth the pain , in Isabel's eyes. And Gellert held her opinion in high regard — even though she didn't share his faith. But was love worth the breaking of vows ? “I thank thee... for thy +

... I think that thou art just trying to strip me of all religious symbolism. (😤)