"What happened to them?" As a rule, priests don't just up and disappear. "And couldn't other people simply learn to be priests?"
Unless the priests were a certain caste of people in Orbora, the way they are in some countries Sandry has heard of.
Sandry wipes her sticky fingers on a black-bordered handkerchief and begins to take some items from the reticule hanging from her belt.
"It's not a very big magic," she admits as she lays out a green drop spindle with several feet of almost smooth thread wrapped around its shaft, a strip of raw wool, and a spool of silk thread.
As her hand hovers over the items, the wool fibers draw themselves up like a cat who wants its back scratched, and the silk thread uncoils itself and snakes around her fingers. "My magic is with thread and the things that make it. But I've just started learning about it."
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Unless the priests were a certain caste of people in Orbora, the way they are in some countries Sandry has heard of.
Sandry wipes her sticky fingers on a black-bordered handkerchief and begins to take some items from the reticule hanging from her belt.
"It's not a very big magic," she admits as she lays out a green drop spindle with several feet of almost smooth thread wrapped around its shaft, a strip of raw wool, and a spool of silk thread.
As her hand hovers over the items, the wool fibers draw themselves up like a cat who wants its back scratched, and the silk thread uncoils itself and snakes around her fingers. "My magic is with thread and the things that make it. But I've just started learning about it."