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Post by Leonidas de Cosmas (I) on Jun 20, 2011 20:26:19 GMT -5
I walked through the temple, watching parishioners come and go, offering their prayers and giving their donations. I knew what I was looking for, would recognize it when I saw it. It was then I noticed the young woman, arms clasped about her chest, holding herself close. The red, puffy eyes... the haunted look. The look of a person in need of help. I approached her slowly.
"What help does a child of Naamah need in this hour? I asked softly.
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Post by Leonidas de Cosmas (I) on Jun 21, 2011 8:24:57 GMT -5
This was a common problem. I'd seen it quite often. "Does this person know that you love them? Have you proclaimed it?" It was something that I found was often not done... the profession of love for another. Not that it would always make a difference, but it might.
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Post by Leonidas de Cosmas (I) on Jun 21, 2011 11:04:29 GMT -5
"Ah, I see." I reached out to wrap an arm about her shoulders. "You can bare it all to me. Just talk to me, as you would him. Yell at me, scream at me. Perhaps that will help. You are holding all of your feelings inside, and they are eating you. Over time they will destroy you. To hold your feelings inside is an affront to Naamah. You MUST express yourself. If to nobody else, then to me. That is what I am here for my child. You can tell me anything, and it will never leave my lips to another."
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Post by Leonidas de Cosmas (I) on Jun 21, 2011 15:24:24 GMT -5
"What if we brought him here? Or perhaps I could go and speak with him? Is his love for his wife true? Does it follow Naamah? If it does, and he is following [i[love as thou wilt[/i], then you may have to find another way, another love."[/color]
She turned into me then and Naamah's teachings compelled me to try and comfort her. My arms went about her then, gently. As a father would hold a child. I rubbed her back tenderly, breathing nonsensical words into her hair. Until she calmed all the words I spoke would be for naught. She was too distressed.
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