Plague of Locusts Who: Phoenix and Father Peter Where: Chapel thingimabob. When: Just before dinner time
Phoenix did not often venture into the chapel on the ship. Or ever really. It was not a place she liked to be but it was quiet and she had a lot of thinking to do without being distracted by men and candles. So she had found her way into the ship's chapel which was so... unassuming and trying its best to not be offensive to anyone. It was silly really. Still, she found her way into the pews and between the seat of one and the back of another, crouched near the floor.
She set a candle holder on the pew seat and a tall, white taper candle then lit it with a simple plastic Bic lighter. With her head bowed and her hands held up by her face, palms facing outwards towards the tiny flame, she started whispering in Russian. Now, her parents were Russian Orthodox but Phoenix wasn't and any prayer she uttered was something of her own design. It just was easier to speak to the spirits in Russian or Japanese. She fumbled in English. It was the only time she fumbled in English.
And really, she hoped even with the candle she was perfectly hidden amongst the seats and that no one would bother her until perhaps she was ready to leave. Today was not such a lucky day was it?