Sorey comforts himself with that, and presses a hand to his chest as if offering Vahvuus the same comfort before gathering his things and making for the ship.
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Captains are always more than happy to allow an Exorcist free passage; the Abbey has the power to demand it, but it's very often not necessary. Daemon attacks at sea are uncommon but incredibly deadly, so having an Exorcist around in the case of an emergency affords a peace of mind well worth the burden of an extra passenger.
Sorey sleeps above deck whenever possible; he doesn't particularly like it, the smell and the noise, too used to the quiet of the church and then the Abbey at night, but like this the sea is within sight and he thinks Vahvuus might like it, a little, though he's been silent ever since they boarded the ship.
One night Sorey is above deck, in the hammock strung up for him between the masts and curled up in a blanket to protect against the biting chill of the ocean breeze when the clouds finally part ways and allow the moon to fall upon the ocean. It's a beautiful sight, a little scary in its vastness but breathtaking all the same, and Sorey feels out his connection to Vahvuus and nudges it gently, whispering. "D'you wanna see it yourself? It's pretty."
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Sorey comforts himself with that, and presses a hand to his chest as if offering Vahvuus the same comfort before gathering his things and making for the ship.
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Captains are always more than happy to allow an Exorcist free passage; the Abbey has the power to demand it, but it's very often not necessary. Daemon attacks at sea are uncommon but incredibly deadly, so having an Exorcist around in the case of an emergency affords a peace of mind well worth the burden of an extra passenger.
Sorey sleeps above deck whenever possible; he doesn't particularly like it, the smell and the noise, too used to the quiet of the church and then the Abbey at night, but like this the sea is within sight and he thinks Vahvuus might like it, a little, though he's been silent ever since they boarded the ship.
One night Sorey is above deck, in the hammock strung up for him between the masts and curled up in a blanket to protect against the biting chill of the ocean breeze when the clouds finally part ways and allow the moon to fall upon the ocean. It's a beautiful sight, a little scary in its vastness but breathtaking all the same, and Sorey feels out his connection to Vahvuus and nudges it gently, whispering. "D'you wanna see it yourself? It's pretty."