(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Yes, it does. After all, 'fall' carries with it an underlying sense of loss."
Fall-From-Grace was silent for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully. "Yes...
perhaps that is why it felt as it did. I... came to terms with the loss long ago,
but the name has remained."
"Are you sure you've come to terms with it?"
Fall-From-Grace met my gaze, and I was once again struck by the brilliant
shade of blue of her eyes. It was turbulent, like the ocean before a storm. "I
had thought so. Yet, in speaking to you, you have caused me to realize some
things." She smiled. "You have my thanks."
"Well, if you want to talk about it, let me know, all right?"
She nodded. "You are most kind. I will do so."
There was a thick pause, and I shifted awkwardly, not quite comfortable
putting weight on one leg or the other, not knowing what to do with my
hands. But Grace was patient, gazing into the distance as if musing on her
own thoughts until I chose to speak again. "Can you teach me anything of
the Art, Grace?"
Fall-From-Grace looked up and shook her head slightly. "No, I do not believe
so. The Art... and the disciplines I practice are different."
"How do you mean?"
"My 'powers,' as you see them, stem from my faith, not from manipulating
energies as the Art does. The Art is a mechanism by which the power of the
multiverse may be harnessed, through gestures, rituals and devices. My
'powers' come to me through a different means. My faith and the nature of
my belief allows some of the multiverse to reveal itself to me."
"The nature of your belief? What do you believe in?"
Grace's wings unfurled, and he bosom heaved as she took in a deep breath,
"I believe in Experience. I believe a person may be changed - for the better -
the more of the multiverse they are allowed to perceive and the more the
multiverse is allowed to perceive them. My belief in the nature of
Experience allows me to..." She paused for a moment. Her sigh was sensual
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