Sermon Two | Text

[inheavenslight]

I have been here for a week, and so far I have learned the following things:

1.) Nothing here makes sense.
2.) Animals are not supposed to talk, and they do. I think I prefer birds when they didn't have conversations outside my window.
3.) Everyone seems to carry their witchbook around, people should lock them up someplace.
4.) There are a lot of strange folks here with odd ways.
5.) What is there to do besides sit around?
6.) Why am I even writing this in here? Note to self: invest in a journal.

Comments

Re: [Voice]

[inheavenslight]

Perhaps I will start a garden of my own. Abel knows how to grow plants.

[Voice]

[tailasoldastime]

Hm... Abel?

Re: [Voice]

[inheavenslight]

Yes, Abel. He helps me.

[Voice]

[tailasoldastime]

Did he... just come, too?

Re: [Voice]

[inheavenslight]

Yes he did.

[Voice]

[tailasoldastime]

... And he's... from the same pl- uh, world? [This is new to him. He didn't think it was possible for two people from the same world to come at once.]

Re: [Voice]

[inheavenslight]

Yes, yes he is.

[Voice]

[tailasoldastime]

[A second or two of silence, before he responds with his voice much lower.]

... That was lucky of you.

Re: [Voice]

[inheavenslight]

It was, I am not sure what I could do without Abel.

[Voice]

[tailasoldastime]

[A small nod back. He agrees, but he doesn't know what to say back. What do people usually say?]

That... that... th-that is... good.

[Well, sort of.]

Re: [Voice]

[inheavenslight]

I think it is.