Church bells filled the air as sinners and heretics alike gather under the one building to worship Illumin. Tempris could not remember the last time she actually entered a church of worship. For her, the building seemed to sap the warm from her body. It was like a demon resided in them and only she could sense it. Despite all of that, she did long to the music, prayer, and bells. So she tried to make it a habit of watching the building from afar. On good days, she would be blessed to hear the hymns but on cold days, her only comfort were the cheering bells.
Tempris sat on a large yellow blanket in the shade tree. An above ground root held her boots so Tempris could walk in her blanket in her black stockings. She sat down in a white dress with her black and white layered skirt covering her legs. Between each layer was grey frills. Since she was out of the sun, the paladin wore her white veil with a gold cloth around her forehead. She had on long whit gloves which reached up to her elbows. In front of her was a glass of grape juice, a ham sandwich, and a bowl filled with small crackers.
Today the hymns reached the girl allowing her to sway her head to the gentle rhythm. It was meant to be a great day of worship, but a different kind of demon found its way to her. She felt her blanket shift as if something else found its way onto her blanket. She tilted her head just enough to see that she was cursed to visited by the vampire from an earlier adventure... if you called it that. So closed her eyes hoping this was just her imagination. If she remained quiet, maybe he go away. But of course, he began to make conversation.
"Praise to Illumin. Had he not watch over me, I would not have strength... Not that you would understand, heathen."
She surely didn't not expect anyone from that quest to seek her out, especially after she revealed her true nature. It was a mistake, a weakness. She fully expected some form of retribution from the Knights if not from Illumin himself. She deserved it. However here they were and here he continued to stay. Maybe this was her retribution, her punishment for not purging the heretics.
She opened an eye to see what the man showed any signs of leaving. Unlucky for her, he found a glass of that thick liquid. Looking back she should just assume its blood... disgusting. She closed her eye again hoping to lose herself in the songs but the church was silent. Her brief joy was soiled, tainted by this man's presence. "Must you soil my space with that sinful habit." She doubted he would respect her implied request. "At the very least, try not to spill your sin on my blanket. Blood is so... tedious to remove. And dirty." She grabbed her own glass as carefully took a sip.
Suddenly Gunter mentioned something about it almost time. "Time for what. I hope you don't plan to ruin my day with more of your heresy."