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The scene that had been so clear moments before is faded, swirling into a fog, though the voice remains as clear as a bell.

This is why this is so important… It has nothing to do with Iomedae, or the watch, or the council, or anything going on in this wild war that threatens our town. This is peace my dear. This is why we do what we do. Because no one should be afraid. Life should be this simple…

In a sudden turn, the vague cloud swirls and voices shout in panic, the din of a raging battle. It’s clear this is no longer the tranquil field. A singular, high-pitched scream pierces through the veil of shadows and smoke before…

Jewel ignores her husband. It hadn’t been so long since she had converted him to her faith. It wasn’t too hard, his infatuation with her was painfully obvious. She herself never thought she could love someone who wasn’t even human, but her goddess had opened her heart, and if there was one thing she was strong in, it was faith. These two were meant to be. For what purpose, she did not know.

After what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, Jewel finally closes in on the magnificent creature. Chewing on some of the field grass, it looks up for a moment, seeming to acknowledge the woman, and goes back to picking more grass from the ground in front of him. Jewel reaches her hand out, slowly and confidently, offering the grass she has picked.

”There, this is why this is so important…” she whispers back.

She reaches out her hand, wrapping it around some of the field grasses that gently bend and wave at her waist, and pulls them out of the ground as she begins to walk slowly forward. She whispers unintelligible murmurs that can barely be heard but are undoubtedly prayers to her goddess, Iomedae. With each step, she moves closer to a massive elk, a Megaloceros that grazes peacefully in the meadow.

”Hush dear, you will see. This is important.” A lithe figure with long, flowing hair turns to look over her shoulder, smiling at her grouchy husband.

Even a priestess of the Lady of Valor can let her hair down once in a while my stubborn rock. She winks at the Oread behind her and continues to walk forward through the tall field grasses. Her light gown flows as she moves forward, giving the illusion of an apparition floating through a tranquil countryside scene.