Prompts = Spot, Crib, Spire
Maybe it was destiny that I was to become a priest. From my crib, I could see the spire of the city’s sole cathedral and the church bells tolling would settle me.
When I was older, I successfully convinced my father to educate me. My tutor wasn’t the best, but his lessons were sufficient for my purposes.
The only remaining obstacle is getting around being a woman; the church only allows men to be priests and I have no desire to be a nun.
I need to spot an opportunity to sneak in.
Which, to date, I haven’t found yet.
