Jocelynn turned away from the altar, taking her portion of breakfast back to the pew in the front row so she could sit with a view of the altar and the stained glass window beyond it.
Somewhere beyond the clouds, the sun was just starting to rise above the low, rolling, eastern hills, and gray morning light filtered through the stained glass window, bringing with it hues of gold, amber, and the faintest hint of green reflecting off the altar.
"When you told me that the food in the march was rich, I thought you meant expensive and refined," Jocelynn said as she pulled out the block of hard cheese and began breaking it into bite-sized pieces. "I didn't realize you meant that they ate vast amounts of red meat and that everything was cooked in butter and lard," she said as she took a small bite of the cheese.
