07-14-2012, 07:29 AM
Willam had never had to hide the means to her belief before and so she had not the knowledge that it may not be well received by outsiders. These things were the basis for her everyday life and so it would be hard to change it to hide it from view now. What she did she did without thought given to how she portrayed herself to others. She had never been subjected to living somewhere where she wasn't among other practitioners.
"Perhaps someday then?" Willam found it difficult to imagine that there was no one with which sins could be judged and atonement doled out. But if their faith had brought them together as he had attested then perhaps it would also bring along someone which could listen to each infraction and give out the proper consequence. Willam simply had to hope for as much if she were to actually take up residence among the heathens.
The steadying touch came as a surprise to her. Her eyes slipped open at the unexpected contact and her head tilted to look upon his face. "Thank you. I'm fine. It's only been a week." The words were spoken to put his mind at ease. It really wasn't the lack of nutrition so much as it was the fatigue. Or maybe it was actually a combination of the two? Either way she felt fine as long as she kept moving. It was trying to start again after a prolonged stop that unbalanced her.
Willam applied the cilice to the opposite leg of the one that she had been wearing it, fastening it only tight enough for it to stay in place. She wasn't seeking punishment this time but she simply wore the device always. As long as it was on her body then it could never get lost. Besides she would feel quite odd if she wasn't wearing it as what has been the previous feeling of discomfort when she had first started wearing it had turned into comfort at having its presence always.
"Perhaps someday then?" Willam found it difficult to imagine that there was no one with which sins could be judged and atonement doled out. But if their faith had brought them together as he had attested then perhaps it would also bring along someone which could listen to each infraction and give out the proper consequence. Willam simply had to hope for as much if she were to actually take up residence among the heathens.
The steadying touch came as a surprise to her. Her eyes slipped open at the unexpected contact and her head tilted to look upon his face. "Thank you. I'm fine. It's only been a week." The words were spoken to put his mind at ease. It really wasn't the lack of nutrition so much as it was the fatigue. Or maybe it was actually a combination of the two? Either way she felt fine as long as she kept moving. It was trying to start again after a prolonged stop that unbalanced her.
Willam applied the cilice to the opposite leg of the one that she had been wearing it, fastening it only tight enough for it to stay in place. She wasn't seeking punishment this time but she simply wore the device always. As long as it was on her body then it could never get lost. Besides she would feel quite odd if she wasn't wearing it as what has been the previous feeling of discomfort when she had first started wearing it had turned into comfort at having its presence always.