The convent garden spread out before them like a tapestry of green hues, a tranquil sanctuary where Sister Chastity found herself alongside Sister Grace, a woman of quiet strength and a perpetual smile. Rows of vibrant flowers and neatly arranged herbs showed that someone at the convent has a nurturing green thumb and their diligent hands were doing God's Work.
Chastity's smile betrayed a memory of Angelica's diligent hands, and her own, which had very busy yesterday doing a very different kind of work, but the pleasure of that experience had done wonders for her knee. She barely felt any pain now, even though it had been a full day since Angelica's ministrations.
The sun hung in the midday sky, casting a warm glow over the scene. Sister Chastity and Sister Grace knelt side by side, their fingers brushing the earth as they planted seeds with a shared purpose. Sister Grace, in her quiet demeanor, hummed a soft hymn, a melody of devotion interwoven with the sound of rustling leaves from the nearby elm tree.
As they worked, Sister Chastity couldn't help but marvel at how her knee was barely paining her today. The simplicity of the gardening task before her was indeed simple, but it required to kneel and move around on her knees in the hot sun. She felt a profound connection with the earth, God's Creation, but she was eternally grateful to Sister Angelica's service and the removal of much of her pain. Her thoughts today were constantly wandering to Angelica and when they might once more service each other.
Sister Grace, perhaps sensing her companion's distracting thoughts, spoke in a voice as gentle as the breeze that rustled the leaves of the elm tree: "There's a certain peace in tending to God's Creation, isn't there, Sister Chastity?"
Sister Chastity nodded, her eyes drawn to Grace's as she did so and their gazes locked for an awkwardly long amount of time. "Indeed, Sister Grace. It feels like we are part of something much larger. A very small part of God's grand scheme."
"Scheme? You make it sound like a conspiracy. Like he's up to something nefarious!"
"I didn't mean that, I only meant-"
"I'm just teasing you, Sister Chastity. It was a joke. None of us here are perfect. We are imperfect beings created by an unknowable and heavenly creator, who, frankly might as well be scheming when you consider how little we know about him."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, let's start with something basic. What are the colour of God's eyes?"
"I... I haven't really thought about it. I suppose that they're whatever colour he wants them to be."
"Exactly. But the fact that we don't know what God looks like is just one of many things we don't know about him, which includes things like God's divine purpose, his divine plan, and every other aspect of his, or her, divinity. Like how do we know God isn't a she?"
"Well, God is all powerful, so I suppose he, or she, can take whatever form that he she wants to."
"You've just made a very interesting point about the Duality of God's Gender, but don't let any of the other sisters hear you talk like this. Some of them might get offended." Sister Grace winked mischievously.
They went back to gardening, their hands rearranging the soil as they planted fresh seeds, and their dirty hands brushed each other's as they kneaded the soil together. At last the row of new seeds were all planted.
Sister Grace reached for a watering can, the shiny tin gleaming in the sunlight, and began to delicately shower the freshly planted seeds with a gentle rain that created a small rainbow in the mist. Sister Chastity watched her water the entire row, reminded of the promise that God made to Noah.
When it was done Sister Grace took a sip from a metal flask, but a sudden arm jerk caused her to spill some water over her habit, soaking the fabric through to her breasts and revealing the contours of her nipples.
"Oh my!" Sister Grace chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Looks like I will change my habit. Would you care to join me? We should bathe and get out of these dirty clothes anyway."
Sister Chastity gaped at her, unsure of what to say. Seeing her there, breasts wet and her nipples protruding from the thin fabric of her habit, has aroused something in her nether regions and she now found herself wondering if Sister Grace had a similar disposition to Sister Angelica. She was a black haired beauty with an innocent face, and a body made for sin, but she had chosen a life of service to God.
She coughed and cleared her throat. "Uh, yes. Yes, we should definitely get out of these dirty clothes."
"I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine."
Sister Chastity shot Sister Grace a glance and saw her mischievous smile and the strange glint in her eyes.
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