Starter for @burdenedwithfaith
They came in droves. Okay not quite, but twenty sisters, all decked in veils and habits was nothing to sneeze at. If asked, some would say it was part of their outreach, as the area around Snake Meadow Hill possessed an aging population that might benefit from the aid they cold provide.
If some of the nuns were being honest however, they would admit this trip was just as much to see the newly refurbished church. A sea of black, grey, and purple hovered near the entryway. Morbid in their curiosity, but aware of their comportment.
One of the sisters kept hovering around the outskirts, almost enough to peek through one of the side rooms. "Are you sure you called ahead, Sister O'Hara? There's no one here. Wouldn't be right just leaving us here like tourists getting out of the rain."
