<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Celeste really wasn't paying too much attention to the town or it's goings on at the moment, trying to get some fresh air into her lungs to cool down the flare of her temper.  She knew that her darker nature was much closer to the surface that she gave credit, most of the time.  It came with the blood of her father, really...caught between trying to remain frustratingly calm and quiet, staying as unperturbed as possible, or the whip-lashing violence of her emotions.  At the moment, she was dealing with the red hot coal of anger and the dark shadows that it tended to bring with it.<br/><br/>She caught the movement out of the corner of her eyes, the flicker of dancing lights coming upon her.  She gave a derisive snort and held her holy symbol up, the points of the dagger tips digging into her palm and fingers, pouring her frustration in with her faith in a burst of lifegiving holy energy.  She shuddered at the feeling of the wave of energy washing over her, leaving her untouched.  Positive energy always left her feeling...singed.<br/><br/>Dropping her holy symbol against her chest again, she looked out into the empty air and called out in common.  "You cannot be any more fond of that than I am.  Come forth and speak, if you will, but harry me not otherwise, spirits."  With that, she stood in the middle of the trail and waited several minutes.