Ceria silently bit back a curse as a man she hadn't noticed before walked back from the altar at the command of the two watery ladies. Not checking to see if Araerys would follow her lead, the elf mentally reminded herself that even though the dark spots to her right looked bright as daylight to her, that the human approaching them would have considerably more trouble.  Unless he was adept at this sort of thing, which Ceria immediately brushed that unpleasant thought from her mind and focused on the task at hand.  

Creeping out of the pew and into the side aisle, the elf soft-footed it in a half-crouch up to the nearest, darkened pew available.  Once behind the raised panel making up the end of the pew, Ceria decided it would be best to lie prone and tuck her arms and legs in straight rather than risk any part of her body peeking out on either side of the  pew.  She belatedly realized Araerys had virtually no room to hide except lay right on top of her belly to back.  Gritting her teeth, she (the full-blooded elf) steeled herself both physically and mentally to remain still and quiet.  


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Stealth:  [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3227]17-3=14[/url]
Current Status:  Prone, Weapons Sheathed (I really hope I don't regret that decision)
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