⠀⠀ a candle————clinging to the comfort of reverend mother leonora one last time. grief, adoration, hatred and love manifesting all at the same time. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ the statue of saint agatha caught her attention, a feeling akin to her convent days. “that is alright. i only came to see an old friend.” now standing next to the stranger, lighting *̲ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ unsure on why she came here in the first place, certainly not for the mass. the life of a bride of christ was never modesta’s calling. was she chasing ghosts? stepping inside the church, *̲ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ “you are most welcome. (…) but i didn’t expect you to come here at an hour like this.” she answered honestly, the moon shining over them. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ yes, you may. because you asked so nicely. * 😇 ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ah, i understand. yes, that can be very difficult. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ modesta finds the princess easy to read. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ modesta nodded, “i’ve been needing some fresh air, anyway.” stepping outside the grounds, “i can take you to the town, if that helps.” ⠀⠀

┊͙ hmmmmmmm

⠀⠀ “it’s all good.” the woman smiled softly, opening the gate. it had been quite a while since she’s seen a new face. “where are you headed? i’ll accompany you.” ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ my harem ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ but why is she? if you do not mind me asking. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ humans usually are, don’t you think? ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ what do you mean? ⠀⠀