Listening to him speak, Mary was enraptured. She didn't know if it was just her adoration for him that made her biased or if it was all the sheer strength of his will, his godly command. All she knew was that when he spoke she loved him even more.
"My first memories here are unclear and fractured, bits and pieces as people spoke more of me in a land that had previously never heard my name. The first clear memory is 1783. I woke up in a church and I was me, although not like I am now. For a long time I was... well, I was demure and quiet and proper and I spent almost all time time praying in church and crying. That was what they thought of me then."
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Date: 2013-05-15 02:32 am (UTC)"My first memories here are unclear and fractured, bits and pieces as people spoke more of me in a land that had previously never heard my name. The first clear memory is 1783. I woke up in a church and I was me, although not like I am now. For a long time I was... well, I was demure and quiet and proper and I spent almost all time time praying in church and crying. That was what they thought of me then."