“How are you doing this morning, Sabina?”
“I am doing better, sister,” the young lady answered quietly.
Sabina Jensen sat in her chair, her hands clasped together in her lap. Across from her sat an older priestess and in between was a low table. On the table were a set of cups as well as a pitcher of tea. A soft light filtered through the windows and lit the room.
“Sister Anetta says that you were planning to go to the abbey to study.”
“Is that still your intention?”
“I would like to, yes ma’am.”
“May I ask what convinced you to follow this path?” the sister asked.
“I guess.. I guess I just felt something calling to me.”
“Many people fell the pull of the Light,” the sister...