Azrael turned out to be an algiedi stallion covered with strange, shifting bone patterns colored like a sunrise. Her notes--hastily hidden now--indicated that he was a priest of the Buried God and of the Bleeding God--good, strong gods for a priest that founded a mission. She'd taken him aside from his colleagues to discuss the state of their mission, to ask them if there were supplies they needed. The brightly-colored mare called Cyabal, did she need anything as a hopeful new priestess? Actually, the fact that she was in training for priestess meant that she would need lessons; Calendula might have to extend her stay. She was a little rusty on the proper rituals for a priestess of the gods of healing, but she was certain she could still teach them.But how to tell a star that she'd have to intrude on their hospitality for a while longer? The place looked clean, calm, simple, the farm looked well-stocked, but it was still quite a thing to intrude on another household like this. And to tell them that they needed her help, bold as brass? No, that would never do. It was insulting. So she held her tongue until the topic was brought up, and concentrated instead on what Azrael had to say. It was his opportunity to speak to her, and nothing should come between him and what he needed to say. He'd made a bold step with this mission; he deserved her respect.
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