Ivanna
Some Time Later...
Ivanna had retreated to her quarters to meditate. The events of the day had been exhausting, and she had much to consider. Had the scouring really been her only option? It had seemed as if it was the only logical course of affairs in the moment, but she wondered if she'd given herself time to consider the facts, and to search for alternatives, if there might have been a better way to solve this problem. Even so, she still felt that delaying would have caused more potential harm to this land she'd been charged with governing, but...
The small angel reached up and rubbed her head, finally allowing her wings to splay out in their full and unrestrained glory. Ivanna fell backwards onto her bed and rubbed her forehead. "I've always been such a brute." She muttered quietly to herself. She reached up to grab a large pillow, squeezing it against her body and pressing her face into it. This world made her uneasy and worried. She didn't have His voice in her head, telling her what to do, giving her purpose. She was free to do what she wanted, as she wanted, and to run her church in a borderline heretical manner. Seemingly no matter what she did, God did nothing. Sometimes she wondered if he even cared anymore. About this world, about her flock, and even about her.
Times like these were her darkest moments, and she knew laying around in emotional turmoil would do her little good. Ivanna slid out of bed, stowed her wings away, and meandered over to her bureau, staring at herself in the mirror above it. She slipped into a thin white summer dress without any of her regalia, preparing to head out for a walk around white square.