The Alabaster Abbey of the Kalgan Pass is named as such for the soaring white cliffs that line either side of the valley, like the pale spread thighs of an Alabaster nun.
The sisters of the Abbey wear their habits cinched tightly against the autumn chill, their rosy cheeks, bright eyes and puckered mouths the only means of discerning their identities, the remainder of their figures hidden in the snow-white coverings. While they do the daily work that is required to maintain a nunnery, glimpses of their hands – long and delicate – can be seen by the patient observer.
Not many visitors encounter the nunnery, despite the wandering, clearly marked paths that guide pilgrims. This is probably for the best, for there are many carefully guarded secrets. The odd visitor who does stumble past the gates leaves with a new cloak, well-fed, sure-footed, and with a tale they will nar repeat, except perhaps in confession.
You see, deep down in the oldest chamber of the Alabaster Abbey, there is a stone pedestal. Rising to about the height of a man’s waist, there is a saddle carved of the pale, soft stone of valley, with a slim pillar rising from its middle.
Once a turn of the seasons, the nuns sit cross-legged in the chamber. The incense in the candles they hold fills with the room with a heady smog, thick enough to be cut by a knife.
No words are said, no instruction is given.
The newer inhabitants of the Abbey, peer at each other curiously before the incense fills their lungs and it begins – their timid expressions melting away to captivated trances. Gathering heat in the pit of their stomachs, a growing hunger, insatiable.
The first nun, often a newcomer but not always, approaches the saddle, her gaze blurred but motions sure. She removes her garments, and then the dripping slickness between her legs can be seen. Lowering herself, the stone sinks inside of her, as her mouth opens and eyes close.
The others gathered slip off their clothes, hands and mouths exploring the bodies of their sisters.
The prayers begin, and snow begins to fall outside.
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