So, I figured that this post should make up for the lost time between the last two posts. I still plan to make another piece in about four days, so don't worry. Enjoy the next installment of this little mini series I have going.
A middle-aged bishop ran his perfectly manicured fingers through his graying, black hair as he gave his appearance a look in the mirror. Incense smoldered quietly in a small bowl behind him, spreading an ethereal scent through the small, stuffy room behind the front stage in the chapel. Two candelabras on either side of the room helped illuminate the room that would otherwise be dark without the stained glass window that sat in the back wall, letting the days first rays of light through. There was a loud clang as the bell rang, announcing the morning. Royal blues, smoldering reds, and splashes of gleaming golds played upon the carpet, walls, and the priest's white robes, lending to the unreal feeling that the incense already gave off. Giving himself another glance in the gleaming silver mirror, the bishop straightened his robes with a small jerk on the hem. He then gently picked up his silk zucchetto, and placed the deep purple piece on his head. Once this piece was secured, he then picked up his white miter with golden embroidery, and placed that on top of the small skull cap. With one final look at his dress, he gave himself a pleased nod, and watched as a young, ink-covered page stumbled through the door. He breathed heavily as he handed the bishop the speech that he had had the boy write down for him. The yellowed parchment crackled quietly as he unrolled it, the colorful light from the window created terrific patterns on the paper. With a nod of approval, the bishop sent the page on his way, and walked out into the sanctuary, as the men and women began to take their seats. The wedding would start soon, now.
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