[h1][center][color=violet]Clairemont[/color][/center][/h1]

[color=violet]"Alison."[/color] Claire commanded, her voice sharp. Speaking again, she softened her voice, sounding more like a mother soothing an angry child, [color=violet]"We're all family here. We must forgive each other our... quirks."[/color] Moving her gaze to Pan, she made a small shooing motion with her hand. [color=violet]"That said dear, you need to find somewhere better to lie down. Playtime is all well and good, but we mustn't let it interfere with work that needs to be done. I promise you can get all the attention you need when things settle down."[/color] 

[color=violet]"I've heard some whispers around the church recently."[/color] She said, turning back to business. [color=violet]"I couldn't get close enough to hear specifics, but there's been talk of unrest in the ranks. Nothing overt mind you, but I've seen certain priests meeting with some of the Fallen after dark."[/color]