It’s baby season, apparently. Vytal was not aware of that as ey reported to the Church this morning, planning on playing the organ for the service. Ey wore eir best suit, as ey always do, and showed up bright and early. It stands out sharply now, standing in the entrance and staring out at the many people who are scrambling around in nun habits.
They’re flowing in and out of the Bunnery, a general sense of frantic-ness to all the movements. Vytal moves further forward into the Chur...