<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=49633.msg2330863#msg2330863">Quote from: Odin on 12-10-2009, 08:52:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sister Constance stood just as the girl fell to the ground, she froze for a moment startled by the sheer violence of her toppling over. When the issue was resolved by one of the other travelers she walked forward and asked, "Are you injured?" She looked the girl over and seeing that she wasn't visibly hurt too badly, she waved a hand of white glowing magic over her. <br/><br/>As she moved her hand, she muttered a prayer and any injury that might have been sustained by Kari was healed. After the small feat, she smiled and then walked down the hall back towards the tapestries a little ways. <br/><br/>"These?" he held up a hand and made a broad sweeping motion to acknowledge the wall hangings and windows, "These were made by the curators of long ago, a lost order of monks...the Gulgans sewed them in rememberance of the Heroes of the Zodiac. Probably the most impressive thing about the Gulgans is that they were all blind from birth but they were said to be the greatest of soothsayers. They sewed this with their faith alone..." <br/><br/>When asked of the places purpose, she simply said, "It's a House of Worship is all, but it serves as a school and Orphanage. I grew up here and was educated within these walls." <br/><br/>Constance came to a stop in the center of the hall, "Do you know the story of the Zodiac Braves by chance?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>After a minor catastrophe had been averted, Junco turned back to the priestess, chewing on his fingernails as she explained the works of art that surrounded them. "Wait, the  Gulgans were blind?" He looked back to the blindfolded woman momentarily, before turning back to the priestess. "That's incredible, but improbable. Hmm," he mumbled, thinking to himself for a moment. The Zodiac Braves...? He shook his head, and ran a hand to the black ringlets of hair that matted wetly against his head.<br/><br/>"It sounds like a tale I might want to hear... If you have the time, miss?" He sat at one of the chairs at the table where Sister Constance had been before they had intruded, folding his fingers diligently.