Now that He Arrived

The priest who talked to him over the phone was waiting outside the front doors of the church. Perhaps the priest altered the church over the years to suit his personality, or the church had tailored him, but they fit together perfectly. The two triangular structures were unassuming and partially hidden in shadows. The priest's habit was a bit untidy, frayed near the edges, as was the church. When the priest approached, the church waited quietly behind like a shy, proud mother, or a dutiful wife, or more actually like a child who hesitates when its father confronts someone unknown.
"You're Ruthridge?" asked the priest.
"Yes, I am."
"Did you find the place all right?"
Odd he would call it a 'place' but that's what it was after all, thought Ruthridge.
"Yes, I did."
"You have an interesting name," said the priest. "Were you related to Lord Ruthridge of Wales?"
"I'm not sure."
"I've read a lot about English history. I get all the time in the world to read around here."
After they shook hands, the priest spread his arms indicating the surrounding countryside. Ruthridge could finally appreciate how beautiful it was now that he arrived. He was so focused upon not losing his way. He nodded unconsciously, and breathed deeply the rich smell of pines.