Title:
Support
The young pottery maker who lived just outside the outskirts of the village sometimes found herself the subject of gossip.
"She is so quiet...and young. How will she ever find a husband out there?"
"Maybe she thinks she's better than us."
It was times like those she found it hard to keep her promise. She couldn't be like them...she wasn't "normal". The shadows of self-doubt would begin to plague her; the worries would start to get the better of her. That's when she would begin to contemplate breaking her promise, but then one of them would come bearing a gift.
The small soul gatherer would revitalize her and the doubts just seemed to melt away. A moment of calm would course through her. Just feeling her benefactor's presence in the distance was enough to give her strength to carry on.
Anytime the demons of self-doubt would haunt her; the priestess would come with support. Not much was said between them for their friendship was a series of gestures, the kind of gestures that keep friends on the right path.