[BlueInTheShell]

Abandoned: A Boog Short

The rain had finally stopped, and for a moment, Sister Wisperioux could look up to the sky and see the faintest sliver of blue that made up the great above in this world; the young woman adjusting her habit and pursing her lips, the sounds of lamentation began to draw her back into the world of reality. The service had gone on for several hours with no sign of stopping, and each minute her name was mentioned, another string from her heart seemed to be severed. Canoness Abessa had finally perished. And along with the rest of the convent? It was as if the Gods above had decided to simply strip the convent of it's only spark of wisdom and playfulness that had made a modest and uneventful life just a shade or two more interesting. Wisperioux could remember being younger, a child running through the small garden of vegetables she was supposed to be tending, if only to make sure she got a small blessing from the Canoness while she worked. Wisperioux was the first to wake up at every dawn to greet and tend to the elderly woman, and while she tended to her needs, the Older woman would practice her sermon's delivery - Wisperioux enamored with each word.

Every memory of her seemed to be the only thing that had brought any sort of joy in the dark-haired nun's life growing up in her zealous vows, and without her? Wisperioux felt nothing. The hands of the gods were cruel, vicious, and standing out in the could as she watched her fellow sisters lower Abessa's body into the soil for the world to reclaim, Wisperioux removed her set of prayer beads - two fingers gingerly rubbing the small ingot of silver that had been hammered into the rough, simple shape of a seven-pointed star. The metal was as cold as the wind was biting, and shaking her head, Sister Wisperioux's grip finally loosened; beads falling into the muddy soil in front of her. Raising a dainty, earth-stained shoe up, Sister Wisperioux ground the symbol into the ground, before turning and beginning to venture her own way into the woods. Soon, the final rites would have been given. Should it not have been Wisperioux giving them? Who else was as close with Abessa other than her? No one. The girl looked to the Canoness as a mother, and Wisperioux was her favorite of children. The Convent should have been hers to run, with her adopted mother's blessing, should it have not?

"Sister Wisperioux! This is unbecoming of a young member of the clergy. Come back at once!"

The grating voice made Wisperioux grind her teeth and slowly come to face the woman who had address her with such a brazen voice. The new canoness. Orbozia. The one woman Wisperioux could say with enough honesty to herself and the rest of the world, that she had come to despise. Orbozia was a gremlin. A shrill, political woman at best, and a conniving snake with no intentions of leading a pious life without the rewards a higher title brought in. She was the anathema of everything their recently deceased Canoness was, and gripping her fists, Wisperioux barked back at her.

"Go away. You should have died. Not her."

"That is quite rude, and unbecoming of someone of your status here in the Monastery. I didn't ask for the role you deserved, Wisperioux. I am simply the eldest, and the rest of the sisters decided on choosing me."

Wisperioux bent down and reached into the mud, picking up a rock and hurling it in the direction of Orbozia, who raised a hand and turned to the side to protect herself as the missile came careening her way, the Elder woman retaliating with a small blast of energy that hit the younger girl in the chest, sending her down into the mud, Wisperioux clutched herself in pain and looking towards Orbozia with seething, vengeful eyes. "I'm gonna make this whole place regret everything, and it's all gonna be your fault!" Wisperioux bellowed.

"In addition to striking a Canoness, now you seek to threaten every single member of the Clergy with threats? You've...Fallen enough to where even Abessa would look down on you. And you leave me with no choice but to force you out of this monastery, Wisperioux..."

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Wisp woke up with a small jolt, the woman laying there in cold sweats as she turned towards Christoval, who was sleeping soundly in his bed. The Dark Mage sat up in her bed and moved over towards the younger man, if only because she could sense...Something. It was the same sensation when her mentor was near, and it was beginning to linger around the boy, who was tossing and turning in his sleep. Moving over towards the kid, Wisp began to unbutton his shirt and returned to her rucksack, coming back with a few bits of coal, which she began to rub into some sigils on his chest. Symbols of protection she had learned from stealing some of the 'Untouchable' books from her monastery back in the day. Once the sigils were etched onto his body, it seemed like the kid was sleeping a bit easier, and Wisp flared her nostrils and moved back to her bed.

Tucking herself back in, the Dark Mage shook her head. The kid looked up to her, and she knew it. She was one of the few people who offered him a spot as an apprentice, and while her decision was more-or-less pushed on her by the Guild, she would have rather seen him with her than some of the other prospective mentorships. She knew the name of one of the mentors, Jundae of Avoko. And she knew what he liked to do with younger men like him; the thought making Wisp stick her tongue out and shudder. She wasn't going to let anyone harm this kid. Not because she enjoyed his company. In the slightest. It was simply because she needed him to pass the mentorship so she could continue to work and sling spells for money. Right?

Maybe a sliver of it was the kid needed guidance. She knew that the moment she laid eyes on his uncertain person. It was the same look she had given to her own mentor back in the day when she was a nun.

"If only you were alive to see this, Abessa. Despite the trafficking with demons, you'd probably be proud."