Cheryl Gatina

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Aren't we just?

{Bundles @CharmNFlourish into a tight squeeze before pushing her away once again.} I'm happy you're here, but get out of my room.

Aren't we the perfect couple?

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// Thank you, @freespirithales. You humble me.

--late? That's my prayer to you. To my Gods. You marked me as your Pure One, now grant me this wish. Please. I beg of you.

--end. My days are numbered. My fate mapped out. I walk the path, but will somebody show me the way? Show me how to live before it's too--

--I will give my 'life' for my people to have theirs, but my sacrifice is greater than life itself. I only wish I could feel before the--

--I am not the first that has been marked within my village. I will not be the first sacrifice for my people, nor will I be the last.--

--a life at all. Will I die a pure virgin? Never to experience the world that I will die for? My name is Arrabeth Tate, the Pure One. --

--Gods and save my people. But I question it all, though I do not speak of such in-pure thoughts. I question if this, my life, is indeed--

--the fruity wine, or eat anything other than blessed bread and water. I'm sealed away, living until I must give up my life to please the--

--, that is my only destiny. Until that moment I must abide the laws of my people. I can never be touched by another's skin. Never drink--

--from my mother's womb and taken away. I was marked, chosen by the Gods to be their lamb. This is my fate. Death on my 20th birthday--

--not love, not even my 'family', for I am a Pure One. Never to be touched. Never to be tainted. When I was just a mere baby I was plucked--

--the end? My life, as a sacrifice to my people, has been spent swaddled in cotton. I have never felt great joy, nor great sadness. I do--

--experience the end themselves or not, what they say makes me think. What experiences, what moments will flash before my life as I come to-

--an after? When we die, we are nothing. I think that scares me almost as much as dying itself. Because, whether these storytellers have--

--believe in an after-life. The very thought is absurd to us. Death means one's life ends. The end of life. How could there then be--