[Lup sits down in front of the altar, waggling her fingers. She doesn't have a hairbrush on hand, but that's what fingernails are for, and she had a spectacular manicure lately.
She doesn't like looking at oldschool Honerva, and she knows Honerva has no fondness for it either, so she respectfully keeps her gaze away from the image. She does commit Zarkon to memory, though... just in case.]
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[Lup sits down in front of the altar, waggling her fingers. She doesn't have a hairbrush on hand, but that's what fingernails are for, and she had a spectacular manicure lately.
She doesn't like looking at oldschool Honerva, and she knows Honerva has no fondness for it either, so she respectfully keeps her gaze away from the image. She does commit Zarkon to memory, though... just in case.]