[@WingsOfBronze]
Holding her hand made the light that emitted from it grow brighter. The light enveloping the little hand in between hers began to expand around Luna's hand.  "Ooh.. I apologize. I felt as if there was something different about you." Her eyes could be seen beneath the hood as she eased in closer to match eyes with her.

The light from around their hands began to take form like a mist, rotating and escaping into the air continually. "You may have already been a student of one who knows how to pray.. But there are many ways to pray.. And only one way the lord of light approves of." 

She closed her eyes as her lips folded into a gentle smile. She tilted her head back some as she escaped into a vision. Like a relaxing breeze she breathed in the vision of the complexity of the seraphim's soul.

Her hands were warm and soft like silk.  Her nails were not trimmed and had a blue tint and a sharp edge.  Giving her hands a elegant look.

"Imagine light.. How does it make you feel?"

After the answer she continues. "Now clear your mind of everything but that feeling and the image of light in your mind.."

Soon the milky white light, or aura, emitted from the seraphim woman. Escaping from her head like fire or smoke dancing in a ethereal wind. "This is the calling of the soul.. This is what makes us closer to our ancestor. The elder of us all, the one true seraphim." She let go of her hand. Placing them on her lap. 

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[@Eisenhorn]

"Y-You're serious.." His eyes widened and pupils shrank as he stared into the scaled man with disbelief. He then stumbled forward and was caught by the female soldier with one arm around his chest. "Damnit Gaien.." She spoke softly, her stone demeanor melting as she caught him. The tone of concern in her voice. 
"Don't worry about me.." He said as he used her to hoist himself to his feet. He turned to the exit but turned his head before leaving to look at him.

"If you're truly serious then follow us. We can take you to our barracks where our captain is. He'll take care of the rest.." With help from his comrade he turned and began to walk out of the small building's front exit. 
"Bye have a nice day!" Could be heard from the bartender as she waved goodbye.

The main paths of the shopping district connected to the taverns, temple, and other services. The shopping circle were low income traders selling food, clothes and other goods in the open air. The ground was surprisingly flat and each step was softened by the thick grassy moss that acted as a highlight on the walking paths. The outside areas of the path were wild grass and flowers of various colors and natures. 

"I can't believe you Gaien.. First you drink. Now you drag some shady scale skinn to the captain..." She half whispered this in a fustrated tone, though her hand never left his chest as his arm was around her shoulder, still supporting his stumbling walk. He didn't have much of a reply. As he walked with closed eyes and sucked in air to fight back something welling within him. He placed his free left hand over his lips. Taking the message she moved him over to a grassy alley between two buildings. They stood in front of the town circle where traders of different styles and lands sold their valuables. The temple was visible, the temple where the emergency injured were being taken care of. 

Gaien was busy kneeling down into the grass and spitting up something his bodies frame blocked from sight. No one seemed to notice a soldier puking in the corner as the daily festivities went on like a festival. The colorful robes, hats, hairs, eyes, scales and more diversified the landscape of heads rotating around the circle. Within the middle of the circle was a statue of what was supposed to be Mirror. 

The depiction wasn't anything but a bird like dragon. Elegant and gentle looking as it gazed into the crowd of people. There were at least 50 people here. "I apologize for this one." Said the soldier girl. She crossed her arms in fustration. "But you shouldn't come to this battle if you know what's good for you. Unless ofcourse you plan to cut and run when it gets tough. Then it will be just like any other battle..." She could be felt judging the man already. Though her eyes were not visible her aura was that of a noble soldier, very different from a champion of the bloodied ring.