The cathedral sat in the middle of town, but she was unsure how she managed to stand at it's steps. Those large lavender eyes taking in the sight. High white walls, and stained glass gods caught her gaze. A small shiver went down her spine, "What was I thinking coming here...?" She managed to whisper out. Her voice usually held authority, but tonight it sound as if she were a child. The heel of her boot scratched at the cobblestone steps, as she tried to turn to leave. The movement itself seemed leaded and her legs refused to respond. A small hiss escaped her lips, "Damn it." She cursed herself aloud. The sound of her voice echoed back at her. "Okay Talea you can do this." She tried to push courage into her own words, but even as they came out the emotion was fleeting. With a heavy sigh she looked down at her feet and pushed herself to walk forward towards the entrance. A small pleased smile pulled at her lips, but it quickly faded when her gaze raised to meet the doors. She couldn't stop now, and she refused to. With one delicate hand she reached out, her finger tips lightly feathered the golden handles as if it would burn her. Before she could lose her courage she yanked the door free, and stepped inside. High arched white walls and dark wood benches met her gaze first. Her eyes stared further into the candle lit distance, a few were kneeling. She could hear whispers of prayer, and even then she still couldn't imagine herself worthy to even speak a god's name. With one push of her foot she was walking forward, the sound of her heeled boots clicked against the tile floor. Till she came to a pillar, one hand traced over it. A steady sigh escaped her lips as she turned to face the door, her back pushing against the column. Her legs gave out and she slipped to the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The sins of her past flashed before her eyes. Even in a sanctuary she wasn't safe from her own mind. Talea leaned her head back against the cool stone, "Please forgive me." She whispered aloud.