"Do you climb this tree often?"
Castor flinched and then looked around, making sure no one was watching and then he leaned in to whisper, his hand shielding his mouth as if he was about to tell a secret.
"Well, the sermons get boring and the elders begin demanding me to bite more than I can chew. So this is my secret base."
Well, it's not so secret anymore if I know of it. Julian thought, nearly laughing at the idea.
"I thought every priest and priest-in-training were here because of their deep faith. Aren't you the same?" He asked Castor. "You look like you're a priest in training. Or am I wrong?"
Castor threw his face away.
