[ truthfully, sierra has only the kind of reverence that a vampire could for a church. she’s not weak to holiness, as others of her kind are, but she’s nevertheless drawn to the concept of what could hurt her—and, it seems, she has a flair for the dramatic. it’s hard to resist.

all that is to say, she doesn’t mind magilou’s faux prayer. ]

Aha… I have thunder. If we could find ourselves an earth user, we would be quite well-rounded.

[ she swings her legs, her shoes only barely scuffing the floor from her seat on the pew. ]

You must be quite powerful. Spiritually speaking.