
The noises of the city were blaring to ears that had grown accustomed to sanctuaries where words were portrayed by hands. It tested one's nerves. The crass poisons seeping out of the maws of the young were spat so carelessly, interwoven through casual language. Adara did not partake in such distasteful language, yet only asks those who wished to converse to avoid profanities if it could be helped.
She had trained as a nun, and so the church was a place she went to to feel peace. The silence allowed her to unwind. Yet it was only the third on her list.
She wasn't serving in this church, but she prayed there regularly on her way home from her duties as a nurse in the school, on her knees and her palms together, the rosary cradled on her thumbs. She was unmoving, disciplined, and remained stoic through her prayer. The world seemed so distant when she was like this.
@Romi