Aran'ya's previous comments seemed to die away like fruits on the vine left for winter's frost, as the sight of the elder Chaplain entering the shuttle completely changed the atmosphere from one of fast camaraderie to something much more serious in tone. Though a faithful person herself to the Goddess, the presence of Ha'reiel called back to mind the image of several years ago, and the personal sins she was still trying to make up for even to this day. She tried to close off her mind and go about her daily regimen, but those thoughts of Tian'vir never had left her heart, a deep scar that was one thing no medical doctor could heal. Even now Aran'ya found herself absentmindedly tracing her chest with her finger, as the shuttle took off to its ultimate destination. As much as she wanted to think of this as just another duty, in her soul she had an ominous feeling about it all now.
(to be continued in Chapter 3 thread)