Face, perfectly still as the tale is told. Breathing, perfectly even as the shocking revelation is heard. Eyes, unblinking until all is known of the event. Hands, resting upon a letter recieved that day, before this audience.
Another time would see him passed out of the gates with some food and directions for the closest minister of Christ. Another day, it would be seen as the boldest tale of fancy ever told. Another choice, another man, another world.
She hears him out. She acknowledges his tale. She tells him all he wants to hear.
He leaves her presence, audience over. He walkes to a room prepared in advance.
The garden is a balm upon her nerves. A leaf, falling from a tree, caught by the wind soars up to the sky. Duty feeling heavy as a mountain of stone. Death would be light as a leaf on the wind. One life taken to preserve another. A duty difficult to order of any one, impossible to leave to any other.
Alone in her garden, Aiko sheds tears in silence, praying to God for rain to hide her shame.
Another time would see him passed out of the gates with some food and directions for the closest minister of Christ. Another day, it would be seen as the boldest tale of fancy ever told. Another choice, another man, another world.
She hears him out. She acknowledges his tale. She tells him all he wants to hear.
He leaves her presence, audience over. He walkes to a room prepared in advance.
The garden is a balm upon her nerves. A leaf, falling from a tree, caught by the wind soars up to the sky. Duty feeling heavy as a mountain of stone. Death would be light as a leaf on the wind. One life taken to preserve another. A duty difficult to order of any one, impossible to leave to any other.
Alone in her garden, Aiko sheds tears in silence, praying to God for rain to hide her shame.
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