Meet Rosary

The camps were mostly covered in livery, with banners and flags guiding you to the saintess you were looking for by displaying their symbols and colors. If it weren't for the simple layout of the camp, you might have had a hard time finding one of the saintesses. Her tent was smaller, with just one banner above the opening, depicting hands clasped in prayer over a yellow sunburst. A little cliche, perhaps, but it let you know that this must belong to the group's healer, Sister Rosary Hind.

As you thought about it, a nun must feel pretty awkward having livery at all. The churches were pretty wealthy these days through noble patronage, but there were still many of the clergy who chose to live modest lives, with no tie to the nobility whatsoever. You supposed the healer must be one of those, because these accommodations were so plain, they made yours look a bit posh, and you'd just gotten here without time to decorate anything.

It actually felt sort of disrespectful to let a woman who was not just a saintess, but also half-angel, live like this, as though she was below the other saintesses...

You cleared your throat and announced yourself outside the tent. There was no way to knock, after all-- the opening was just covered by the flap carrying her emblem.

A woman's harried voice came from inside along with the sound of something crashing to the floor, as though it had been knocked over in the confusion of her stirring. "Oh! Sir Lavender! One moment. I am just... one moment!"

You waited outside awkwardly, ignoring your instinct to go inside and help her clean up whatever she'd just dropped.

After what felt like at least a minute or two, the woman finally emerged, wearing a pitiful frown upon her face. Her golden hair did not at all match her dark skin tone-- you thought this might be an effect of her parentage, one human and one angel. That aside, it now fell all around her face, loosened from its rolls in her distress. Her hands were clasped in front of her chest nervously, as though she was begging you to forgive her for the wait. This drew attention to her chest for a moment...

... Before you saw the cracked, standing mirror in her room, revealed by the open flap. The mirror's placement revealed that her habit was riding up on the back, fixed just above her waist, to reveal an absolutely massive ass, clad in otherwise tasteful white panties with little frills around the bottom. You gulped, trying not to stare and wondering if it was right to tell her about that.

What you didn't see were wings. Either she was hiding them or she simply didn't have them... you weren't sure which way half-angels worked.

"Oh dear, oooh..." she sobbed, evidently seeing something in your expression and hearing something in your silence that made her think you disapproved.

You gave her a reassuring smile to let her know you weren't bothered by any of this, before introducing yourself once again.

"Sir Lavender..." she repeated, finally opening her eyes just a bit and putting on a smile. She clasped her hands tighter in front of her chest. "I can tell that you're a kind person. What a blessing to have a squire like yourself here in our camp. I can see a love for Geod in your eyes. Like Geod's eyes themselves..."

You thought that was pretty high praise, especially considering you were having a pretty hard time tearing said eyes away from the spectacle of her rear end displayed on her standing mirror. You kept your comments to yourself.

"I'm Rosary Hind, a sister of Geod's church. I've only recently become a saintess and I'm... a little bit nervous being in the program with a new squire. But if it's a kind squire like yourself that I'm meant to be with then..." she exhaled deeply, before putting on a softer smile. "I believe I can relax and be a bit more comfortable. Bless you, Sir."

She was too relaxed and too comfortable. You coughed nervously, tugging at the back of your tunic as though that would be a sign for her to fix her own clothing. The nun failed to pick up the message.{if Muscular - True}

It also seemed like you weren't the only one distracted by your conversation partner's body. The sister's eyes were rather a bit too obviously darting over the rippling shape of your biceps underneath your tunic. "You're... exactly how a pictured a squire should be, Sir Lavender. I count myself highly fortunate!" After another little pause, she wrung her hands and clarified. "F-Fortunate that we have such a strong, capable squire joining our company!" The woman tried to keep her eyes on your face from that point forward.{endif}{if Chivalrous = True}

She was having a difficult time calming herself , but you didn't want her to be nervous. If you were the kind squire she'd been picturing, you wanted her to know, a lovely woman such as herself, well-devoted to Geod, was just the kind of person you wanted to be with as well. You could picture no one more suited to be a saintess. "Oh... Oh my! Your praise is more than I deserve," she responded, though from the big smile on her face, you got the idea that she was pleased to accept your words, despite her apparent protests.{endif}

"I know that you have a lot to do, introducing yourself to the others, so I won't keep you long. I just wanted to say, I'm so thankful to have you here. We do Geod's work together and... and I look forward to being close... friends. Close friends and... and lovers," she stammered. Her skin was too dark to become a deep red, but you got the feeling she was blushing heavily. It would be way too cruel to tell her, in the midst of all of that, that she was also exposing herself to you already. "So... what do you think?"

Your eyes widened as you stared at her buttocks again. You asked what she meant, specifically.

"About your party, I mean. I assume I'm not the first of the saintesses you've seen. How are you feeling about... about all of the saintesses?" she questioned, trying in vain to fix the strands of hair that were hanging in her face.

You weren't entirely certain what sort of answer she was looking for and it was hard to concentrate while she was making such a spectacle of herself. You were beginning to feel almost as frazzled as she was. It was hard to tell if she was testing your manners as a squire or if she was looking for some kind of gossip.