Losing One's Faith

We drank to our hearts’ content in silence as we waited for Varick’s return. Phineas gave me time to mourn and I appreciated his way of letting me drown to my sorrow, drinking what was once a banal existence to my nunhood.

Varick showed up, entering the wine cellar and his expression changed to that of a somber look as he stared at the collection of the finest liquor.

“I am going to have them disposed of.”

Phineas returned to his usual self as he gave him a sheepish grin. “I can do that with no complaints.”

“Do what you must.”

I gave the head mage the look as he shrugged. He was definitely going to take all of them for himself.

“Varick,” I called out to him when he turned his back. “How are things with the Hatiist Church?”

I knew I shouldn’t speak about Hati in front of him yet I was so curious.

He didn’t say a word and he exited the wine cellar.

“Varick!” I called out again as I tried to catch up to him.

“Wait, Luna!” I turned to the Head Mage and he looked a bit guilty from the way