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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/i][/center][/h3][hr]

The onrush of youth's brought the maggot girl to a halt, her entourage a step behind her as they were all bathed in the warm glow of Iona's light. Normally Suparna would have had to stifle a gulp of apprehension in the Vassal's presence, yet looking at the woman now there was hardly an edge to her demeanor to be found. What reticence remained melted before her nurturing tone, and she found herself fostering a small smile towards the poorly concealed children as she mulled on the offering.

[color=orangered]"I...I could do with all of them, but that would be a selfish request. Suffice it to say I'm hardly better with a blade then those behind your wings, so seeking improvement when compared against enemies who have and will continue to improve for thousands of years would be the work of ages. And atonement..."[/color]

Her eyes darted downwards, eyeing the pale flesh of her outer shell as she clenched her fingers sharply together. More then anything else, she didn't have the gall to say to this Angel of Law that she didn't know where to start in that regard. For her crimes against the faction that now harbors her? That of nature itself? Or perhaps the very treachery and cowardice that brought her here now.

With a sigh the tension left her and she spoke, [color=orangered]"I ask for Enlightenment through conflict. By my own strength I will stand, and hope that I can deserve the trust placed in me through my service. There are so many branching paths before me, and I lack the wisdom and knowledge to know right from wrong. It is time I fixed that."[/color]