[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

The vampire's drink was drained entirely as Gillian launched into his speech, red eyes glaring at him. The nerve... to suggest that Elionne was just someone with a fancy title... oh, the Saint wasn't perfect, nobody knew that better than Tyaethe did. But there was definitely something that set her apart from the rest, a talent that couldn't be approximated by the skills someone could accumulate in their life. Nothing that would mark her as some inhuman perfectness, but [i]enough[/i] of something that any member of the church could tell.

Of course, the nobles all too happily offered an alternate target for her immediate ire, the glass being set aside and one hand seizing Velbrance's shoulder as he made to leave. False righteousness was even worse than dismissiveness. "You think I should treat Elly as some incomprehensible ideal, [i]Velbrance[/i]? Oh, she was very gifted, able to achieve so much at a younger age than you even inherited your title... but much of what she did was even more remarkable  because we were a new order. Now, the captain benefits from her example and the experience we have gathered."

Tyaethe's grip tightened, magic pulsing as it started to creak bones. "And surely, milord, we don't want to suggest that a [i]living Saint[/i] is unreachably inhuman?" 

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