Post by Béatrice nó Faure on Jul 7, 2011 17:30:02 GMT -5
The day dawned fair, a good sign, I thought. Elua was smiling down on us. I wore brown robes, not the sky blue of the full fledged priestesses but the ones that denoted me as an acolyte. I had supplies enough to last a day or two, but after that securing food and shelter would be up to me. I was scared, certainly, but there was also the thrill of seeing Terre d'Ange through the eyes of Elua, of understanding what it truly meant to love as thou wilt.
They all gathered, the brothers and sisters, the children and foremost of them all, Brother Ludovic.
"Send us a dove, let us know that you are safe," Brother Ludovic said, giving me the kiss of parting.
"I shall," I vowed, basking in the warmth of his accepting spirit one last time. With tears and promises that I would return soon, I bade them all farewell my throat catching at the thought that it would be a year and more before I'd see them again. I hugged the children and bade them be good, to learn and to say their prayers, then thanked my mentors, the kind priests and priestesses.
"Wait," Brother Ludovic detained me for a moment. "You didn't think we'd let you go all alone now would you?"
Blinking, I opened my mouth to ask what on earth he was talking about when one of the goatherds, Aristade was his name, led forward a mule. I looked at Brother Ludovic and his eyes twinkled. The irony was not lost on me, though it was rather strange that he should pick the animal that Yeshua himself had ridden into Yerushaláyim. Or maybe not so strange at all.
"Even Elua had his companions," he said, amused at my expression. I felt tears prick my eyes at the thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, for all you have done for me," I hugged him, then turned with a final wave lest I change my mind about leaving so early. I saddled the mule with my meagre supplies and led it away from the Sanctuary, the ground warm and grassy beneath my bare feet as I headed out into the world.
They all gathered, the brothers and sisters, the children and foremost of them all, Brother Ludovic.
"Send us a dove, let us know that you are safe," Brother Ludovic said, giving me the kiss of parting.
"I shall," I vowed, basking in the warmth of his accepting spirit one last time. With tears and promises that I would return soon, I bade them all farewell my throat catching at the thought that it would be a year and more before I'd see them again. I hugged the children and bade them be good, to learn and to say their prayers, then thanked my mentors, the kind priests and priestesses.
"Wait," Brother Ludovic detained me for a moment. "You didn't think we'd let you go all alone now would you?"
Blinking, I opened my mouth to ask what on earth he was talking about when one of the goatherds, Aristade was his name, led forward a mule. I looked at Brother Ludovic and his eyes twinkled. The irony was not lost on me, though it was rather strange that he should pick the animal that Yeshua himself had ridden into Yerushaláyim. Or maybe not so strange at all.
"Even Elua had his companions," he said, amused at my expression. I felt tears prick my eyes at the thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, for all you have done for me," I hugged him, then turned with a final wave lest I change my mind about leaving so early. I saddled the mule with my meagre supplies and led it away from the Sanctuary, the ground warm and grassy beneath my bare feet as I headed out into the world.