[Tacelyn Armagil]

Although it did occur to Tacelyn that the priest did not seem to be addressing any of the issues with which she had presented him, pressing the issue seemed to be futile. Also the priest’s manner was so disarming, she found herself walking along with him, in somewhat of a daze, hardly sure of what she was saying.

Until she remembered the doctor.

It took abnormally long for Tacelyn to stop coughing. Her throat was still terribly dry, and it now had an unavoidable tickle in it. When she finally settled down, the priest showed interest in the doctor, more than in her symptoms. Which made sense to Tacelyn, seeing as in her mind, the ‘doctor’ himself was the infection.

She didn’t know how this old Abbott was able to remain so calm about everything. It frustrated her to be so emotionally unstable in the presence of someone who seemed in complete control. Being out of control of her life was nothing new to her, of course. So it had always been.. but she yearned for that to change.

She squinted, bothered by the dazzling sunlight. "The doctor," she mustered, swallowing bile, "is a monster. A demon. He does things to people.. nobody should endure. No.. he is no doctor.. no healer. He is an evil man. I call him doctor, for lack of a true identity. We knew him as Doctor Senvayne."

She bit off the name as one who wished to chew it thoroughly before swallowing it.

"I am told that, before my first ordination, in brighter times, my father was a good and decent man.. but then he met this human doctor… no," she paused, peering at the Abbott, "not a Kemite.. one of those tall men, with blonde hair. I do not know the circumstances of their meeting, but the doctor warped my father’s mind."

Tacelyn didn’t sense that she was quite getting the point across, so she continued, "My father became obssessed with.. human ideals.. amongst them, having a son to carry on the family line.. but all he seemed to produce were daughters," she frowned sullenly, "the doctor.. he promised that he could ensure a son, and my father let him try."

She shuddered, "What’er he did, I know not.. but when the time came for birthing, it was two children came out.. one boy, strangled dead, and one girl, three quarters strangled dead."

She added, as an afterthought, "That second one be me."