Sister Lorina's Diary [Fourth Edition]

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina walks around the town, putting up flyers for her new Scroll Study class!

 

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A salty, cold breeze blows over black waves. Lorina strikes a match and lights a single candle. Careful not to let wax drip on her fingers, she lowers the candle into a tiny paper boat and lets it loose on the dark water. A single light amidst a dark abyss.

 

"I hope you make it home safely, Viktoriya," she whispers to nothing but the wind.

[Krodin 7]

(( Went to the Study I was Krodin I liked it very much thank you for hosting it

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Lorina puts the finishing touches on her letter and passes it off to one of the church's carrier pigeons.

 

"Dear God, please protect Lilya from her own foolishness. I do not want her children to be orphans," she sighs.

[devvy 1348]

Adeline sits somewhere pondering on her sisters decision before quickly reminding herself she does niet give one **** upon her sisters idiotic decision and all children are spawn of hell.

[Gemmylou 484]

Adeline sits somewhere pondering on her sisters decision before quickly reminding herself she does niet give one **** upon her sisters idiotic decision and all children are spawn of hell.

 

Somewhere in Adria, a very happy niece sits with her cake... waitng.

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"Civil war," Lorina huffs to herself as she strolls through the snow-covered streets of Port Vydrik. "Did we learn nothing from the Scroll of Gospel? Nothing good ever comes from brother slaying brother."

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Lorina sighs, brushing the snow off her habit. She sits down at her desk and muses over the recent wedding - as well as the recent declaration of war.

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

Neero passes by the church giving Lorina a small wave  as he would be in the snow, training with his wooden sword.

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Lorina clasps her shaking hands as she kneels before the altar in her church. "Protect my friend," she whispers in a hoarse, tear-filled voice. "I can't lose him too. Protect my friend, please."

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Lorina grasps the letter from Jace with quivering hands. She slips it gingerly between the pages of her diary and sets out scribbling a reply to him.

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Lorina hands the carefully sealed letter off to the courier. "Make sure this reaches him by tonight," she whispers. "I will pay extra if you are swift." The courier nods and dashes off. Lorina clasps her hands in prayer, hoping only that it reaches its destination.

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Lorina returns home to her church. She lets out a sigh, looking at the rest of the mess she still had to clean up before the funeral.

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Lorina sighs as she tries to wash the bloodstains out of her white habit. What exactly HAD happened in Felsen? Her mind was a blank.

[Urahra 5777]

Lorina sits at her tiny writing desk in her tiny room, scribbling away on various sheets of paper. The candle in her candle holder burned low, its dish overflowing with wax. Outside, the stars twinkled above a calm ocean.

 

Soon, this would be the site of a new convent. Her convent!