by Miranda Weaver » Sat Nov 29, 2014 1:09 pm
"I'm really not suitable to judge another on how they serve their goddess," Miranda repeats, "Especially not after..." She sighs and goes back to her position at the other end of the couch. As she does so, her wings ruffle out a bit, showing that there are a small scattering of feathers of various rainbow colors 'hiding' among the black feathers. "And I suppose you're as close to a priestess as Mum has at the moment."