"The gallows would be preferrable." Was her terse reply, ignoring the petals that clung to her cheek, the myriad that dotted her dark locks, some dislodging as the length swung with her movements. Her eyes focused on the Bishop, and briefly she wondered if the Gods would force her to honor her vows even though she was being forced to them. Somehow she did not think Borghast would take it kindly if she were to voice this question to the Bishop.<br/><br/>Unconciously she slowed once more, the dias both seeming to take forever to be crested, and at the same time seeming as if they were flying toward her fate. The heavy velvet of her robes seemed to weigh her down as each passing step brought her closer, and her breaths were coming ever faster, the churning in her belly kicking up another notch faster.<br/><br/>Lightheaded, Sonja lifts her free hand to press lightly to her brow, dizziness causing the people standing and, to what seemed to her, gawking at her seemed to spin. Having never fainted in her life, Sonja was terribly sure that she just might this day.