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[Shion likes the forest on the Plane. It feels peaceful. Quiet. It gives him a place to think, and to recover a bit. He's there now, seated on the ground, back against a tree trunk. In front of it is what looks a bit like a golden lion statue. Both it and his own golden armor are cracked, chipped, and broken in places. He's looking at it in what almost looks like guilt, and anyone who's sensitive to such things will pick up on the aura of sadness and grief in the area. It almost seems to be coming from the lion itself. At last Shion speaks.]
I will see that you get back to Sanctuary. I owe it to your master to do that much for you, at least.

[ooc: Shion gets a bit of a canon bump, at last!]

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[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana feels the grief, and it draws her in with sorrow in her face.] What is... What happened to this?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Shion doesn't answer immediately. He doesn't know how he's suppose to explain this to a stranger, nor does he really want to. But at last he says] It's the Cloth of a fallen warrior. [That seems enough of an explication to him.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana is a lady of an old court; she has seen good knights die. She selects from the forest around them a long-stemmed flower and pulls off a scarf--a lady's token. Morgana kneels and sets each at the base of the armour, then bows her head in prayer for a fallen warrior.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Shion is rather shocked at her actions, but he is grateful from them as well. After a while he says quietly] ...Thank you.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Her voice is quiet as well, her hands still clasped; she doesn't look up.] May I ask where your warriors go when they fall? [She wants to pray to and for his proper afterlife.]

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[Shion tenses unconsciously, his eyes widening before he forces himself to relax and his fist to unclench. He knows where the soul of a Saint heads when it dies, and it's something he would rather not dwell on. At the same time, there is hope that perhaps what they will do will cause things to change.] ..Those that prove themselves are able to reach Elysium.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana almost catches on to the attitude change, but she works nothing from it. She assumes it is pain of the loss. She nods and turns her prayers to Elysium.] Thank you.

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

[He nods in reply, and gives her a moment of respectful silence] ..I am sure he would have appreciated it.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Such is my hope. [When she finishes the prayer, she takes on moment longer, then rises to her feet.] Is there anything I can do to help you with this Cloth and seeing your warrior to peace? [A pause, as she remembers where he said he was taking it.] You are a Saint, like Mu and Saga.

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

I am afraid there isn't much more you can do at the moment. The only true peace will be obtained after our war is over.

[He gives her a rather surprised look] ...Yes I am. You know them?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I have spoken to both and find them good company. [She pauses. It seems--uncomfortable, talking of anything at what feels like a grave.] Something perhaps to be discussed at another time.