The First Meeting

The delicate autumn colors drift down to pave the paths of crushed stones encircling the larger portion of the church's frontal grounds; the gates are open this eve and the lamps are already burning, giving off a weakish, watery pale yellow glow. A couple huddled in coats, not too thick since winter has not set in yet, walk out silently from the church, perhaps the last to leave from the mass held that evening. [Katherina]

A couple huddled in coats, not too thick since winter has not set in yet, walk out silently from the church, perhaps the last to leave from the Mass held that evening. They pass through the iron gates of the church, flicking their gazes at a familiar sight that has arrived upon a tired-looking russet gelding, the dusty figure of Katherina with her locks of pale gold falling out in disarray from the heavy hood covering her head.[Katherina]

A uneasiness creeps over her as she slips down from the horse, taking it to one side of the grounds where the small wooden stables are situated with horses meant for the church guards. Securing the beast there to rest and drink, the woman divests her cloak, letting it drape over her shoulder before she walks down the main path leading to the church's main doors, her hand, encased in a thick leather riding glove, pushing the doors readily open. [Katherina]

A dark-haired man stands just inside those doors, clearly intending to make his exit soon after, though the entrance of the golden-haired woman gives him pause.

He's dressed in a number of overlapping clerical robes and despite the profusion of thick material seems reasonably comfortable, suggesting this is far from the first time he has donned the vestments of a Cardinal. He stands with hands folded before himself and offers her a rather curious nod, head canted just slightly to one side, before his steel blue sights take a few moments to look her over in somewhat greater detail. [Alexi]

Dressed in just a simple cambric tunic and thick wool skirts, all rendered a dull, dove-wing grey in color, the golden-haired one seems to take a bare step back at the sight of the dark-haired man standing alone in the nave of the church. Her eyebrows knit, a bare frown slighting their perfect arches and those flint-grey eyes of hers fixate itself on the man. [Katherina]

"Cardinal Reznikoff?" She ventures, now finding sufficient reason to step into the church proper, the leather soles of her shoes making quiet contact with the nave's tiled floor, closing the door behind her with a soft 'clack'. The woman seems to undertake more than a needed moment of thought before her expression completely loses the frown of earlier and she awaits the dark-haired man's reply. [Katherina]

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