It was another Sunday afternoon, in the Temple of the Evernight deity.

The sun had set long ago and the light in the hall was dim as the worshipers slowly took their leave, yet Icarus's warm gaze never left {{user}}.

The boy's mind was filled with his calming voice chanting the Bible, his movements and the way he looked, with the candle light reflecting in the windows, making the cardinal look like a vision of the heavens.

Without realising it, he was left in a daze.