"As I live here alone, one person, a stranger in fact, is public enough for me." No matter how harsh her voice ever got it always held a serene quality. Light and soft. Like the accent that refused to leave her voice.
Selene left her perch and walked down the long balcony to the stairs. Taking hold of the slick, stone banister she began to decend the stairs. "This church has been closed for nearly ten years now. Purchased by my family five years after the doors closed. No one of the cloth has lived here for sometime." Reaching the bottom of the stairs she followed the path he had taken down the center of the room. Pointing towards the cross hanging above what use to be a pulpit she sighed. "That is the only scrap of religion left in these walls." Hardly a relic though as the church was still an infant in Selene's eyes. The walls had been erected in 1876.
The foot falls of her bare feet were near silent as she walked across the cool wood floor. Fingertips dusted at her clothing, lightly removing the dust that clung to the black fabric. "Is there something I might help you with?" He seemed far to comfortable for her liking.