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Her expression doesn't change, doesn't waver with each touch. Her eyes are hard, unused to the gentle intimacy of the moment, enjoying the sanctity of the ritual.
Although it lacks the full depth without the touch of the ash, she can appreciate it it for what it is.
โ Very well, โ Morvenn offers her hands, albeit with some small reticence.
Though Morvenn has relatively few years of service under her belt for her position, her hands tell a similar story.
Softer than one might expect, yes, but calloused for grip of both bolter and blade.
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If you are to be in my retinue, I would know you and your Order's customs. โ
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ALT โ He was made for a single purpose. Not for glory. Not for dominion. Not for the thousand petty vanities that consumed the golden lords and their gilded courts. He was made to stand at the right hand of a master and be the will of that master made manifest. Not the voice. The hand. Not the command. The execution. The gap between intention and act, closed so completely that no gap could be perceived. This is not servility. Servility implies inferiority. We are precise. We strike true. This is function. The function of the spear is to pierce. The function of the shield is to hold. The function of Valdor was to be the Emperor's will. He will do no more, no less. Be no more, no less. Even if his father wishes to take my rock candy. โ
Awakening with the tolling of bells to signal dawn's first light, she gives thanks to the Emperor for another day in His glorious service.
The warmth of the sun touches her face as it crests the scarred horizon, and Morvenn knows contentment.
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There was nothing about any of them that stood out; a mix of heights, various aged scars and fresh bruises. Doubtlessly powerful and honed physiques were hidden by the robes, but the power of these women were obvious in the way they stood.
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made herself known stepping towards the new sister. The remaining pair looked on impassively, eyes cold.
โ Emperor's blessings, Sister Lucia, โ she offered the sign of the aquila in greeting.
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