Praying to be Heard

"Head out east," Angelo said with a wave of his hand. "Most people don't go there, but while the west side of the island's all forest, the east side's mostly fields. Farms and agriculture mostly, but you'll find grassy fields around there. Should quench your desire."

Angelo had honestly only been out there for work. He'd grown up in the city, and the city was what he was used to. He had no desire to go be rustic, to live in a place with wide open space like so many did.

"And for the record, I'd consider four months pretty new. You've been around long enough you're not going to be surprised by every little thing, but not around long enough you've really fallen into the way things works. I've been here... a decade, I'd say, so it's pretty much home for me."

Angelo shook his head. "Not too far, I wouldn't say. You can get there easily by bus if you take the route that goes along the east side of the island. Not even a real daytrip--you could go out and get back before lunch if you left early."

An hour or two to get there, an hour or two back, but some amazing views. He wasn't aware of how much of a problem distance was or wasn't for her, so he was simply assuming she was bothered by having to spend a full day doing so.

"People are friendly here. A bit... quirky, but friendly. Growing up in the narrow reality can be a bit of a blessing and a curse, honestly. You're more used to how humans are, but you're more easily caught off guard when someone suddenly grows a second head." Aliens and those from entirely different planes tended to be a bit more adaptable when it came to odd species and powers.

Realistically spekaing, the conversation probably should have stopped there. She'd asked her questions, he'd been polite... but Angelo, unlike so many people on the island, liked talking to people. He liked just chatting.

So he did.

"You're from the narrow reality, I guess?" Angelo ventured. A pretty safe guess, considering they were, you know, in a church. Angelo didn't know anyone who'd been born and raised on the island who was actually traditionally religious. As far as the island went, religion was mostly something that was imported, rather than something that was really raised.

"It is for most people," Angelo pointed out. "It was for me, when I was a kid. But you'll get used to life on the island before long, and then you'll be at the point where the narrow reality seems so... far away? It feels like a different world, one where you won't just see a golem lumbering down the road, or a chimera being ridden to the grocery store. It's a different kind of life."

Angelo paused for a long moment, his eyes sweeping across the church as he did.

"I'd ask if you're religious, only the fact that you're here makes it obvious. Being religious on the island is... kind of hard, honestly. When you've got demons and angels as your roommates, you have to juggle things around a bit. I guess just remember that when God said Thou shalt have no other gods before me, he said he was first, not that he was the only."

That had been a tough lesson to learn.

Raised Catholic was one thing. A nun was a whole other.

"That is a big conversion for sure," Angelo said, thinking for a moment about all the implications that came with it. "Are you keeping up with it? I'm pretty sure it's not super popular, but I'm sure there's at least one church on the island. I'm pretty sure the Vatican knows about the place."

Probably. Pretty sure. Most world government's did.