12-08-2007, 03:11 AM
[html]mall-caps;">this table was touched by Misery
She had Valerik's bag with her, the one she had made for his Mitexi strung over her shoulder so that it came to rest at her hip. Sighing softly as her fingers fumbled across the stitching on the outside - a strange symbol, the one that belonged to his God, Fatin felt her stomach lurch at passing the church she had found her son in. One of the crosses in the small graveyard adjacent to the building had Valerik's rosary hanging from one edge, as placed there by Endymion. Feeling such despair in her stomach at the thought of her fallen son, she quickened her pace, seeking to be far away from the church and the memories it invoked.
In the bag were many books about pet rats. The few moments she had spent in the dusty library - a favored haunt of hers - had told her that rats liked company, and that many people had elaborate cages with cute hammocks for them. Hammocks she could make! And maybe, she could find a cage and surprise Josiah and Zor with it. That would be a longer stretch though, since most of the buildings in the city seemed to be geared towards the humans directly, she had not spent much time trying to find one that suited pets.
She was about to pass the gate of the decaying amusement park when suddenly she was stopped in her tracks. The scent of the newest joiner, ironically the one who had just crossed her mind, tugged at her nose until she decided to slip in and see what he was up to. Finding him standing at a cage, caressing the bones of a fallen creature, put Fatin into a strange mood. She liked to think of herself as eager to tackle the world, eager to take on everything; but the truth of the matter was that some things, including the afterlife and death, scared her witless. "It's very sad that it had to die there, alone." She said quietly, hoping he did not mind her company.
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She had Valerik's bag with her, the one she had made for his Mitexi strung over her shoulder so that it came to rest at her hip. Sighing softly as her fingers fumbled across the stitching on the outside - a strange symbol, the one that belonged to his God, Fatin felt her stomach lurch at passing the church she had found her son in. One of the crosses in the small graveyard adjacent to the building had Valerik's rosary hanging from one edge, as placed there by Endymion. Feeling such despair in her stomach at the thought of her fallen son, she quickened her pace, seeking to be far away from the church and the memories it invoked.
In the bag were many books about pet rats. The few moments she had spent in the dusty library - a favored haunt of hers - had told her that rats liked company, and that many people had elaborate cages with cute hammocks for them. Hammocks she could make! And maybe, she could find a cage and surprise Josiah and Zor with it. That would be a longer stretch though, since most of the buildings in the city seemed to be geared towards the humans directly, she had not spent much time trying to find one that suited pets.
She was about to pass the gate of the decaying amusement park when suddenly she was stopped in her tracks. The scent of the newest joiner, ironically the one who had just crossed her mind, tugged at her nose until she decided to slip in and see what he was up to. Finding him standing at a cage, caressing the bones of a fallen creature, put Fatin into a strange mood. She liked to think of herself as eager to tackle the world, eager to take on everything; but the truth of the matter was that some things, including the afterlife and death, scared her witless. "It's very sad that it had to die there, alone." She said quietly, hoping he did not mind her company.