need a pick-me-up. You’ll need one too.” Before Victoria could ask why she might need such a thing, Grace disappeared into the convent. A few minutes later, she reemerged, bearing two steaming mugs of tea. Victoria accepted hers and took a deep sip. “Now, where were we?” Grace asked, after taking a deep sip of her own.
As Victoria was feeling unusually giddy, she launched into her story with enthusiasm, but leaving out Roman. She knew Grace wouldn’t say anything about it, but if it ever got back to Sister Katherine, she wasn’t sure how she would react. “It sounds like you had a good time. A really good time.” Grace wiggled her eyes suggestively once more, and Victoria was sure that Grace knew exactly what she had left out.
“ Drink up, though. You’ll need your strength for the night. We’ve got a meeting.” Victoria’s jaw dropped. “We, as in the Other Sisterhood, have a meeting tonight?
But why? It’s been so long.”
“ I know” Grace said darkly. “It means that this meeting might be pretty important.”
Grace stood up, and returned to packing and folding the bandages, as Victoria sat there, sipping her tea, and fantasizing about the night ahead.
VII.
As dusk turned to nightfall, Victoria waited anxiously in her room. It felt like it had been so long since she even thought about the Other Sisterhood. Her dagger, which she held in hand, felt slightly dull. In reality, it was likely as sharp as ever, but it had been a few days since she had run her hand along its tip, just for the fun of it.
After twirling it around a bit, in frustration, Victoria sheathed her dagger and headed towards the door. It was nearly eight o’clock, and the sun had gone down over an hour before, so what in the world was the hold up? As her hand made for the doorknob, it turned of its accord and the door inched open. Expecting to see Raela’s offensive gap, Victoria took a step back, but to her surprise and relief, she saw Grace’s warm brown eyes peering back at her. “Come on, girl. It’s time.”
Victoria felt her heart skip a beat, as she followed Grace from the room and into the main hallway. The main hallway was eerie looking as it usually was at night, and looked as if it was bathed in thin coat of blood. Victoria liked to believe it was only the reflection of the crimson torches on the wall, but she couldn’t be sure. She followed Grace down the familiar cobblestone pathway, and her breath quickening with every step. Victoria had forgotten how much of a rush this type of activity could be. She gripped her dagger in anticipation, and willed Grace to move faster. Speaking of Grace, Victoria thought, as her thoughts turned to the large nun, she was being rather quiet throughout this whole ordeal. Victoria couldn’t see her face very well, only the outline of it, courtesy of the wall torches, but she could swear Grace was wearing a scowl, and Victoria couldn’t imagine why.
Grace was a part of the Other Sisterhood by choice, wasn’t she? Victoria contemplated, as her feet hit the grass. You’d think that when someone had a choice to be a part of something, they would be happier about it. When the cobblestone path ended, Grace took a sharp right, heading towards the area where the campfire had been last. As they neared, instead of hearing the chanting that Victoria had become so accustomed to, she heard a flurry of noise. She couldn’t see anything yet, but she could feel the tension buzzing about in the air.
When she finally arrived camp side, she found the atmosphere to be as tense as she expected, but as to why it was that way, she couldn’t say. The Other Brotherhood was there as well, but instead of the laughter and merriment from the time before, anxiety permeated the air.
Victoria stepped near the fire and rubbed her hands together to warm them. As she did, she felt a soft touch on her shoulder and a presence to her right.
“ Hey.”
Roman was dressed completely in his Other Brotherhood
As Victoria was feeling unusually giddy, she launched into her story with enthusiasm, but leaving out Roman. She knew Grace wouldn’t say anything about it, but if it ever got back to Sister Katherine, she wasn’t sure how she would react. “It sounds like you had a good time. A really good time.” Grace wiggled her eyes suggestively once more, and Victoria was sure that Grace knew exactly what she had left out.
“ Drink up, though. You’ll need your strength for the night. We’ve got a meeting.” Victoria’s jaw dropped. “We, as in the Other Sisterhood, have a meeting tonight?
But why? It’s been so long.”
“ I know” Grace said darkly. “It means that this meeting might be pretty important.”
Grace stood up, and returned to packing and folding the bandages, as Victoria sat there, sipping her tea, and fantasizing about the night ahead.
VII.
As dusk turned to nightfall, Victoria waited anxiously in her room. It felt like it had been so long since she even thought about the Other Sisterhood. Her dagger, which she held in hand, felt slightly dull. In reality, it was likely as sharp as ever, but it had been a few days since she had run her hand along its tip, just for the fun of it.
After twirling it around a bit, in frustration, Victoria sheathed her dagger and headed towards the door. It was nearly eight o’clock, and the sun had gone down over an hour before, so what in the world was the hold up? As her hand made for the doorknob, it turned of its accord and the door inched open. Expecting to see Raela’s offensive gap, Victoria took a step back, but to her surprise and relief, she saw Grace’s warm brown eyes peering back at her. “Come on, girl. It’s time.”
Victoria felt her heart skip a beat, as she followed Grace from the room and into the main hallway. The main hallway was eerie looking as it usually was at night, and looked as if it was bathed in thin coat of blood. Victoria liked to believe it was only the reflection of the crimson torches on the wall, but she couldn’t be sure. She followed Grace down the familiar cobblestone pathway, and her breath quickening with every step. Victoria had forgotten how much of a rush this type of activity could be. She gripped her dagger in anticipation, and willed Grace to move faster. Speaking of Grace, Victoria thought, as her thoughts turned to the large nun, she was being rather quiet throughout this whole ordeal. Victoria couldn’t see her face very well, only the outline of it, courtesy of the wall torches, but she could swear Grace was wearing a scowl, and Victoria couldn’t imagine why.
Grace was a part of the Other Sisterhood by choice, wasn’t she? Victoria contemplated, as her feet hit the grass. You’d think that when someone had a choice to be a part of something, they would be happier about it. When the cobblestone path ended, Grace took a sharp right, heading towards the area where the campfire had been last. As they neared, instead of hearing the chanting that Victoria had become so accustomed to, she heard a flurry of noise. She couldn’t see anything yet, but she could feel the tension buzzing about in the air.
When she finally arrived camp side, she found the atmosphere to be as tense as she expected, but as to why it was that way, she couldn’t say. The Other Brotherhood was there as well, but instead of the laughter and merriment from the time before, anxiety permeated the air.
Victoria stepped near the fire and rubbed her hands together to warm them. As she did, she felt a soft touch on her shoulder and a presence to her right.
“ Hey.”
Roman was dressed completely in his Other Brotherhood
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