[/html]A world could end a thousand times over. It was tragedy that shaped lives, molding them as the weather molded landscapes. The sea could smooth out the hardest edge of a stone, and the wind could chip away a mountain until it was dust. In embracing the day-to-day struggle and looking upon the now with this fatalistic view, there were abundant reasons to look beyond the cold, dark nights. Simply waiting and brooding on storms would summon them faster—so Roselle chose to rise above and not look back. By releasing everything she rose, like the sun.
The question was polite, and Rosie smiled at it. She had only a vague idea what it was to lead, and imagined that Skye had a thousand other things to attend to. By going out of her way to socialize, the bond between the leader and her members was solidified. Rosie, for example, could never see herself following anyone who did not have such a kind heart. It was unfortunate that Skye had been forced to temper this with violence, but the world had not changed. The world was as brutal and stupid and savage as ever.
“I have no complaints,”“Eet will be nice to have children to watch this winter. Zee snow, eet will be new to them.” One of her great joys was seeing the world as it was to those who did not understand it. Children gave her an insight (and a reminder) of many simple things that she had once forgotten.
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