As Kiesu entered the Sanctuary's grounds he headed to a graveyard of angels. Once he had entered here he removed his cloak and went to a a grave with the name Mardain Shiinto. It was his mother's grave and he had come to tell her through her grave. He believed that her soul had been cleansed through her death and tha he may still communicate with her. He took his cloak off, revealing his wings and sat there witht hem spread out. He started telling her of the things he has seen, people he has met, and places he has been. As a reassurance to both him and her he told her near the beginning that he had not lost his way for a moment and has stayed true to to good in his heart. He sat there, continuing telling her about his travels.

Saberin stood infront of a row of marked graves watching them, he did not recognize any names here but regardless he bent down to give his regards to the recently deceased with a few short prayers of minimal detail...
It was daily routine to him, to visit the graves and bless the departed. A follower of the goddess of life; it seemed to him just another way to show his patron god his devotion without being forced through lectures on her word... he heard a rustle in the nearby areas, most likely some small animal or the wind but regardless, in a place such at this. So obscured and out of the way. With the thieves increasingly common in these lands, he would not take his chances.

He stood for a moment and concentrated on his surroundings, putting his strength into trying figuring out what exactly was in the surrounding areas... he heard something coming from the area opposite of where he heard the rustles.
Moving across the graveyard slowly, trying his best not to make noise (Although rather unfortunately, being rather bad at being quiet...).

Not long after he had set out to search, he noticed another... "human" figure of sorts. This figure was praying to the graves, not unlike what Saberin himself had been doing earlier... or at the very least, not too unlike... it was more solemn, more personal.
He took a moment to decide whether to greet this person, or to leave them to what may have been their mourning...
Who knows, it might be interesting...

"Hello there..."