The priest came in the morning, and Emia descended after the morning prayer. And then because of nervous tippytap, a prayer for courage. It certainly worked, as the priest was happy to announce that Emia got a very high score in the test and could come to the chapel immediately and take the vows of service to The Emperor. Immediately was surprisingly soon, and so she turned to her parents with happy tears in her eyes.

“I….I….theznizbits” her incomprehensible words dissolved into a tight hug for both of her parents, and yammered requests to come visit her, and then she was gone, out of the door and on to her new life.

Of course, it was an hour at Emia’s lupine pace - they had naturally longer stride due to differing musculatures - so easily an hour and a half with the priest. She tried to talk to him, but quickly found out that he was not a talkative person. So instead she spoke to The Emperor, thanking him for such a privilege and wishing that she had a great future ahead to serve him as best she could. The Priest was very boring or very busy, as he just left her to be dealt with as soon as they arrived. Funneled into a room with the other novices, she was handed a uniform and a book and then nothing. Just, a room full of novices….

Emia understood not giving a fanfare welcome, you didn’t give the Harvester to the child helping on the farm, but it would have been nice to feel a little wanted. They were all the children of The Emperor, and success could only come through community. After five minutes of waiting, Emia decided to actually do something and took off her clothes, not at all nervous to have her naked body looked at by strangers. They were all going to be close in the future, might as well start now. Getting her novice uniform on, and really trying not to scratch as the poor quality fabric irritated her from the first moment, she glared up at the sky as her tail rode the skirt up and made walking hard because it caught on her legs..

“I didn’t expect angels and golden warriors of glory, but a little bit more than street beggar would have been appreciated” she whispered to The Emperor. Right now she was feeling like one of them factory workers that came back to the village at which her farm was located, looking like their soul had been sucked out of their bodies. A few seconds of grumbling calmed her, and she made new notes. Get her hands on some other material and sew an inlay into the uniform, cut a tail hole in the skirt, and impress people with her awesome to get into full sisterhood quickly. That was the great plan of Emia, and it would be amazing! People would forever stand at the sidelines and go wow, that is a great plan, I wish I had thought of that plan before I did my lesser, not as good plan!

Giggling to herself at that, she leaned against the wall, opened the book, and began to read. It was a hymn book, and some she knew, but others were new to her, which was nice to see. She got half way through the book before the door finally opened, and washed out the stench of sweat and desperation. Being snapped out of her focused intent on the book, she got a whiff of the stench as the blast of new air swirled it around. From there, she came to a realization. Not everyone was here because they were faithful and wished to serve The Emperor. Some were here simply for a meal and a roof. Street beggar was not far off what some of these people were. It really explained the treatment and the hands-off approach of the priests. Still didn’t make her feel any better, but did explain it. Though, you’d think with the trials to get in, it would be a little less oppressive of an approach.

“Your daily tasks are written in the back of the book you have been given. You are expected to complete them all before doing anything else. After your chores are completed, you are free to do as you like, as long as you follow orders from your superiors” the priest’s voice droned with such monotony Emia felt like she was going to turn gray and boring just listening to it. And he was not finished with the verbal torture either. “You will follow me to your dormitories and the senior novices will help you get settled in” the priest then turned and led them out of the shack they were in, and across the ground. Emia didn’t get much of a view of the grounds, because she was busy with a popup she had just been given.

Quest - Join the Chapel Completed!

You have leveled up

Along with that, she had some daily quests that were given out to her, marking down each of the daily chores and the small xp reward for doing it. Mopping floors and sewing clothes was not a glorious endeavour, so she didn’t expect to get much out of it. Opening the stats menu, she pondered for a few moments, but eventually just dumped everything into Faith. The rush of feeling was immediate, and the world seemed to glitter in front of her eyes for a few seconds. She felt more connected than she had ever been to The Emperor, and more passionate about his cause than she could have thought. She would most definitely be putting next level’s points into Faith as well, seeing just how high it would take her in this journey of spiritual enlightenment.

Of course, it was not all sunshine and rainbows. There was also a lot of mundane earth stuff. The senior novices guided them to their posts and Emia spent the rest of the day sweeping avery large hall and shiftling about with her skirt pinned to her legs because of the tail. There was a mishap were her partner novice grabbed said tail and got bitten by her, but the senior novice managed to get it all straightened out, and slipped Emia into the laundry room for a few minutes so she could work a tail hole into her dress and wasn’t flashing her cute ass to the world. Emia was a little surprised that her ass was deemed cute, but thankful to get the tail-hole sewn in. The day ended with a simple dinner and prayer to the Emperor, before heading to bed. This had been a little less than half a day due to their new arrival, so the full day later would probably be longer and harder than what she had done, but that was fine. A girl didn’t work on a farm without getting to be a strong lupine. Plus, she hoped she could get in on the choir and mass that she had heard about the place. Communal prayer was always so much better than that on her own.