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Noon Flitter
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Brunhilda likes to be left in charge. Likes to do her own things. The decision to let her briefly take the reigns is most approved, on her part. She takes lead gladly.
She begins investigating the abandoned luggage in the pews, while she goes over what she knows. Once she's done, she'll investigate the Podium, and Altar.
The church itself, otherwise known as the Alfalfa Field Sanctuary, is one of the biggest churches in the county, if not her state. It wasn't originally built as a church, but rather, an immigrant shelter, back in the days when the authorities were far more for segregation of species in the town. With the influx of folks from outside the border, their higher-ups wouldn't allow them to stay unless they had a particular place away from the citizens to stay -- henceforth, the Alfalfa Field Sanctuary was built. Once the race issues died down, and segregation was made obsolete, the place almost fell out of line... but with enough popularity, the place was re-opened up as a Sanctuary, of peace and worship for all those who followed in a foreign god or goddess.
Of course, segregation isn't as much an issue as it used to be, but the racist effects still linger. The place still gets picketed by the herbivores every so often, but picketing, at least, is legal so long as it doesn't physically or emotionally disrupt churchgoers. Vandalism used to be more common, but ten years ago they started cracking down, so it fell out of practice.
Most of the herbivores in town still take to the place well. Omnivores are scarce visitors, but carnivores are scarcer yet. Still, it's a popular place for peace and quiet.
She only knows the routes she used to take with Religious Youth Studies, so she doesn't know the place top to bottom. The highest she was allowed was the second floor, and she only went to the roof once a year for this one outdoor activity involving false flight. After a terrible accident last year, that's been shut down, though.
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