Hana sat alone in a stone room, the fire crackling and hissing at her. There was much going on in the world around her, but when she sat in this room she felt as if time stopped. Everything that once was hustling around, stopped. Everything was still. The fire made her skin glow like amber, her body be warmed by it heat. She didn't have to wrap her self in proper clothing for a Saint. She could lounge about naked if she so pleased, but the people were not too keen on knocking. Hana didn't mid too much after all, it was her fault if she was seen, so their was no need to get angry. So, in the end of this deep deluding fight with ones self. Hana wrapped a loose clothe of her self and that would be enough for now. She hope that no one would enter, just cause. She enjoyed her peace. Hana stood from the beautiful carpet she was sprawled across so carelessly, and free and placed her self in a bed that lay further away from the fire.
She remembered when she first came her, the priest would read the bible to her in front of this very fireplace. On winter nights the fire wasn't enough, so he would huddle close to her, underneath a thick blanket. She missed sitting so carelessly with the priest, always being able to feel so comforted by his presence. She even found her self loving the priest, more than her own father. Hana would punish herself for thinking such, foul thoughts, after all one's father was, one's creator, and the child should never put some one higher than thy father. Not even god. Which if you ask any kid is highly mighty for their father to expect more respect than god, the man who made us all. That's like saying honor thy egg more than thy chicken. It just makes no sense.