Theonlyspiral
The doors of the church swing open and in comes a young man. He has a confident, military bearing about him. He looks around as if seeing things that he long took for granted, changed. After less than a moments reflection he strides to the front of the church, ignoring anyone in his way. He stops at the front of the church and kneels.
Mods, forgive a son who has wandered. Please bestow upon me your forgiveness and the forgiveness of my fellow modists.
He then turns and looks for someone to talk to.
Mods, forgive a son who has wandered. Please bestow upon me your forgiveness and the forgiveness of my fellow modists.
He then turns and looks for someone to talk to.
*bumps into Romuel who kisses his nose*
Welcome back. Go help with the mail.
