http://worm-dancer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-02-03 12:08 pm (UTC)

Sheeana was dwelling on holiness after talking to Duncan-the-younger earlier. She ran her fingers along the stained glass windows, the depictions of saints. The scenes were different but the compositions the same. This was the eternal experience of religion. This would be a good place to bring her Acolytes, to show them the commonalities of the sacred experience.

She thought of her younger self, living in a place like this, followed by priest-bodyguards everywhere, there to do the bidding of their Holy Child.

Embarrassingly, this reverie in memory meant she didn't even notice when she came upon Ghanima Atreides.


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