"Will it hurt?"

"At first, yes. But then it will feel really nice."

"The grass feels wet."

"Yes, Little One, it's the morning dew. We are nearly there."

"Will I get to see it?"

"No, my love, you are too young."

"But I'm nearly eighteen now... "

"Still too young. Have you chosen someone to hold your wrists?"

"Yes, Sister Tamsin."

"Good, she is strong."

"Will SHE be there?"

"I expect so. SHE rarely misses an initiation."

"So she'll see me... all of me."

"Indeed, she will, ALL of you."

"I can hear the chanting."

"Yes, we are almost there."