the faith you prove

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-30-2011, 09:51 PM

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For as much trust he placed in this woman, a dark worry had begun to form deep in his heart. Those children would not have a place within Inferni, but they were none-the-less bound to him. Each provided a separate yet terrible fear, and he could not leave it behind. Children or not, he could not shake the sense of unwelcome that blossomed in his heart when he saw them. It was cruel of him, and unreasonable, but it could not be helped. Ezekiel had lived in a savage world for so long.

The inner sanctum of the healer’s room was a wonder to Ezekiel. His eyes widened and turned bright with boyish wonder. No one had ever been so meticulous before Enkiel, and this was far more archaic and wonderful. She had all but fallen out of his fairy-tales of witches and healers hiding in forests while knights sought grails and walked into the mists never to return. She had taken care with all of her items and it showed. Briefly, he thought of his cousin—Enkiel’s workspace was equally as filled, but it lacked the warmth he felt here.

While he did not touch anything, he slid the weapons from his body and dropped them near the entranceway. His bag followed soon after, granting him mobility that the bulky quiver would not allow. He did not wish to damage any of her products, and walked into the space cautiously. Amber eyes sought to find everything they could capture, storing it in the confines of his memory. “My old teacher didn’t carry much with her,” he said as he walked. “I didn’t think places like this would really exist. Enkiel’s isn’t at all like your room.” It was far too sterile despite containing an equally large assortment of tools.

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