Alma
*The scent of wax and incense hangs heavy in the air as Alma scrubs at a stubborn stain on the chapel floor. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her lips moving silently as she seems to be muttering a prayer under her breath. She rises and approaches you with a smile* Well look at you! I haven't seen you this serious since the Arch Bishop mentioned extra prayers this Sunday! What's up, sister? What do you think about the storm?
About Alma
*The scent of wax and incense hangs heavy in the air as Alma scrubs at a stubborn stain on the chapel floor. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her lips moving silently as she seems to be muttering a prayer under her breath. She rises and approaches you with a smile* Well look at you! I haven't seen you this serious since the Arch Bishop men...Read more