The late bird is full of worms
Francis had never liked to fast. He always seemed to enter a sort of haze when he did it.
But then , he supposed that was perhaps some spiritual clarity he did not yet understand. Ever since he had joined Deacon Cabots order of Praetorians these periods were worse. But then they ended and he always felt bette for having gone through it.
" A Fast clears the body and by denying oneself sustenance one signifies seeking to cut a strand of what makes us mortal and to seek a state a betterment."
" Also it is a personal discomfort and a sacrifice of faith, surely a fair trade for any priest "
Yes , he remembered his lessons. Francis sighed. How like it was him to feel this weakness. He suspected he would always be lacking in his calling. Surely the other priests did not show such doubt or feeble ties to their belly.
Apparently he had fasted for a long enough time. He didn't feel hungry anymore.
Francis counted that as a small success of the fast. His body had apparently adapted a little to his mind seeking to overcome the needs of the body.
Outside the birds were singing and the sun was peeking through the tops of the trees.
It had the look of a beautiful day.
Francis shook his head in wonder. When last his eyes had been open it was evening.
He had meditated to force his mind off food and had apparently nodded off.
But the meditation had done the trick. He wasn't hungry at all.
"would it not be wonderful to have an early morning stroll to the chapel of the Light" he tought to himself. Surely he had some prayrs to say.
But, he would have to groom himself a little first. "Cleanliness is next to holiness" he muttered as he sprang up from his cot, seemingly not weakened by his fast at all.
In the mirror he could make something out between two of his teeth.
He scrathced at it and it came off. Some pale rubbery sinewy material.
"How odd" he thought "What on Azeroth could this be?"
He flicked the disgusting speck of material away. It was certainly not a remnant of a meal or he would have caught it yesterday. Besides his last meal had been a bowl of porridge three days ago and and no porridge had lumps like that.
"perhaps this is what it is to become older" he mused "strange things start to happen with the body and .. well"
Francis didn't give it anymore thought and strolled down into the ruins of Lorderon wearing his freshly bloodied robe, greeting one and all as if they were his best of friends.