FALLING STAR - - Open, Joining

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Suiteheart allowed herself to calm when he explained he wasn't hurt. That was good considering at least two of their crash-landers had been injured pretty badly: Joel had sustained serious damage and Pixel had bumped her head a little too hard. "Good. Glad you're alright," she smiled. "And yeah, if this sorta thing doesn't happen at least once a month, I'd be surprised."

Her eyes flickered to Bastilleprisoner as he approached, but she scarcely did more to recognize him than a infinitesimal nod of her head. She was too wrapped up with Anzarel's sad tone of voice to pay attention to their Seraph. When he finished speaking, a frown tugged at the corner of her lips. He claimed he had no purpose... That couldn't be right.

"Everyone's got a purpose here, I can promise you that," Suiteheart assured, presenting the god with a gentle smile of reassurance. "Sometimes, it just takes us a minute to figure out what it is. You might be able to find yours if you join us too. I think a lot of us have been able to find our purpose in the Ascendants."