Ship: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb Words: 178 Notes: Part of a series of River bubble AUs.
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The chatter of the nuns ceases as the Reverend Mother enters the room.
“Well, is there word of the prospective novice?”
“Yes, Abbess,” Sister Abigail responds. “She is working the fields diligently as we speak, awaiting our decision.”
“I see,” the Reverend Mother says. “And what say you: is she prepared to receive the vows and commit her life to our order?”
“She is strong, but she lacks discipline,” offers Sister Marta.
“She has a kind heart, but a sharp tongue,” adds Sister Dulcinea.
“She is a child - not unlike yourself, I must add, Mother Harrow,” Sister Abigail says, bowing as she does so. “She has virtues yet to cultivate, but her soil is fertile, and the seeds are already sowed. What better place to water and prune them than our convent?”
“You speak well,” the Reverend Mother says. “I wish to speak to her myself, before I come to a decision.”
“As well you should,” Sister Abigail responds, pressing a hand gently to her shoulder, “but pray keep in mind: is this truly how it happens?”
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Date: 2024-07-15 08:17 pm (UTC)Words: 178
Notes: Part of a series of River bubble AUs.
——
The chatter of the nuns ceases as the Reverend Mother enters the room.
“Well, is there word of the prospective novice?”
“Yes, Abbess,” Sister Abigail responds. “She is working the fields diligently as we speak, awaiting our decision.”
“I see,” the Reverend Mother says. “And what say you: is she prepared to receive the vows and commit her life to our order?”
“She is strong, but she lacks discipline,” offers Sister Marta.
“She has a kind heart, but a sharp tongue,” adds Sister Dulcinea.
“She is a child - not unlike yourself, I must add, Mother Harrow,” Sister Abigail says, bowing as she does so. “She has virtues yet to cultivate, but her soil is fertile, and the seeds are already sowed. What better place to water and prune them than our convent?”
“You speak well,” the Reverend Mother says. “I wish to speak to her myself, before I come to a decision.”
“As well you should,” Sister Abigail responds, pressing a hand gently to her shoulder, “but pray keep in mind: is this truly how it happens?”