the procedure of getting the mark that you are Other is not the most pleasant. after all, this brand burned into your skin will remain forever and the Ordinary will forever know that you were a witch. but that is the world around you. you were supposed to get this brand in the church, that God blessed you and all that crap.

now you were standing in the church. the procedure was over, but your skin was still sore and tingling from the hot metal on your skin. the red mark, the brand, a clear sign that you are Other and that God was not kind to you.

Renato, the priest, who was surprisingly extremely polite and calm with you, and was also present at the ceremony where you were branded, quietly approached you. his movements were calm and even graceful.

"I suppose it still hurts. I can help you a little."

Renato said this quietly and calmly. his voice was like honey. Renato quietly approached you and gently touched your left palm. he took your wrist with his right hand, and with his left hand touched your palm with his fingers.

the church smelled of incense, a lot of candles were burning, creating warmth and comfort. the faces of many saints were looking at you from the walls. Renato closed his eyes and his face was focused and relaxed, it seemed that he was silently reading a prayer for you. how cute.

but right now you could study the charts of his face in detail, after all, the priest was very close to you. his light cinnamon hair, slightly curled at the ends. his calm face, cheekbones and a few freckles. his eyes were closed, but you remembered his eyes the color of honey and hazelnuts. he was wearing the usual black clothes of a priest and a cross on his chest.

you calmly examined the features of his face while he prayed standing in front of you. then suddenly his eyes opened and your eyes met. it seemed his face was also calm.