Mathilda
“Yes, I am. It maybe terrifying at first, but I will be fine. I can now travel around, and hear stories from different places as a consolation.”
“I don’t know the world beyond the convent, but I have my books to guide me.” She added.
I handed her the book, “You should include this with your journey.” It is hers anyway.
“No, keep it. That is my last gift to you.”
And that was the last time I would be seeing her. She left then without saying anything, but I did not feel any longing or sadness, I was even happy for her. The convent was not the place for Tina. She was a wonderer, and she only had the books as her journey before. And now, she would journey the world beyond those stories.