[u][center][h3]Marianne Delacroix[/h3][/center][/u]
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Marianne had completed her prayer just in time look up and witness Dame Tyranthe impaling herself with a spear, eyes widening with shock as she covered her mouth with her hands. Was she [i]mad?[/i] Had she decided that she was done with this world and finally given up on her long, extended life? Marianne stood to her feet and thought to rush to the Holy Immortal's aide, until she realized that the revered icon continued speaking and moving as if she didn't have a bloody spear lodged midway through her body. Realizing she had reached out with her arm for some odd reason, she lowered it as she listened to the Holy Immortal's explanation. So she was, or rather is, [i]Undead.[/i] Now, that explained a lot of things. To be truthful, Marianne suspected it was something along that nature but decided against saying a word. Though the display was rather dramatic, and like most every other event that recently occurred wholly unnecessary, Marianne's high regard for the Holy Immortal did not falter. Simply, she now knew the truth, but would not let that alter her respect for the living legend.

Looking down at the front of her skirt and knees, she dusted them off as the other Knights discussed politics and battle plans. She stood around, listening to each Knight respectfully before losing interest. Having nothing to add to the conversation and quite frankly holding no interest in doing so. She was no word-smithing politician and far from a great tactician, as inexperienced as she is. She wasn't looking to embarrass herself any further by opening her mouth. Instead, she desired nothing more but to return to her horse and prepare for the next course of action. Allowing the more experienced Knights to come up with a decision, deciding to learn from them as she went along.

Walking over to the Knight that took responsibilities of minding their steeds, Marianne gave him a smile. Though he looked worse for wear, she was again glad that they suffered no losses. As she looked around at the horses present, her bright expression slowly faded as she realized that she did not see her steed. Blinking, she frowned slightly.

[b]"Sir...Rolan, I believe?"[/b]
She revived her smile as she addressed him.
[b]"Do excuse me, I'm still taking my time placing faces to names."[/b] She laughed.
She looked around again, maybe having missed sighting her steed.
[b]"But...Might you know where my steed has run off to? I do not see him present.."[/b]