Sister Lorina's Diary [Fourth Edition]

[Birdnerdy 1539]

((she looks like an astronaut

(( Lorina in spaaaaaaaaaaace. 

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina folds her white habit carefully as she readies for bed. She places her rosary and gold cross on top. Thankfully, she did not have to lose it today.

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina settles down in her tent. A frigid breeze passes through the thin, fabric walls. She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself. 

 

When will her new church be finished?

[Anawkin 247]

((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_qEPu0GncY))

[devvy 1348]

Adeline sighs woefully, spculating about Lorinas opinions upon her long awaited return. 

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina sighs, rubbing her sore muscles. Farm work was hard, but rather rewarding. 

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina peers up into the empty bell towers, sighing sadly. Would she one day have beautiful bells to fill Vanholm with music?

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina sighs, head in her hands. She looks up at the portrait of her father, now hanging over her desk.

 

What was it that Papa would have wanted from her now?

 

She was slowly getting old and had nothing at all to show for it.

 

No lives changed, no heathens converted, nothing. Lorina could not help but feel that she would never make something out of her life.

[Krodin 7]

(I like it.)

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina sighs with regret as she puts the final touches on her letter back to Publius.

 

Why wouldn't Sixtus just let her perform a few weddings? Several of Lorina's friends had already approached her about the possibility of her performing their marriage. It felt awful to refuse them over and over!

 

"Sixtus must truly hate me," Lorina mumbles, sealing the letter into its envelope.

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina glares at the Pontiff's letter. Her hands shake as her fingers crush the paper.

 

"Siguine would have given me dispensation," she mutters bitterly, tucking the letter into her diary.

[osumanduas 1442]

"Probably not"

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina drives the nib of her pen into her desk. Her face burns scarlet with rage. She clenches and unclenches her fists, her knuckles turning white from force.

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina sets down her quill, sinking her hands into her hair. What sort of nonsense was this? How could Adria and Savoy dream of tearing Oren apart?

[Urahra 5777]

That night, Lorina lit a candle for St. Julia and whispered a loving prayer.