Rome (Emily, Tyreal) - Emily's Home

Mihr nodded. She did not need his promise. She believed him.

Soft breaths of wind caressed the Father's skin as if to let him know it was ok. She didn't say anything though. She trusted Markus and stood just behind him and to the side.

"You can call it what ever you want, promise, accord, deal... in the end it doesn't matter. It was part of His design for us. The bond that such an act creates, that kind of belief, that willingness to leap out into the void and simply trust that someone will be there to catch you... that's what that act represents, Tyreal. It allows us to draw on that faith no matter where we are in the world, it allows us to find you in an instant should you need us and it allows us to use our abilities, like Mihr's ability to heal people, from a distance. You have to remember, we're only fractions of who and what we once were."

"Mihr at one time could float over a valley. Grass and flowers would sprout at her passing. But it wasn't in a petite line, it was in swaths, like a wave of verdant green dotted by splashes of color. And I, moving faster than the speed of light, could cross the cosmos with orders from God and deliver them to my brethren before the Morningstar dipped below the horizon. We don't have that kind of power. We can't perform those kinds of miracles on a whim anymore. That is why we make pacts of faith. That and so we can protect the mortals we so cherish against creatures like the Other."

"Other?"

Mihr looked at Geldebir with open admiration. This is why he was her leader.

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