“Think again.”
“I don’t know,” said Gustav hurriedly. “I’m wet and cold. I want to get out of here first, how about that?”
“Oh right,” replied Lin as if he just realized it. “Yes of course. How right you are Gustav. Today I saw two qualities I’ve never seen in you before! One of them may have been awfully out of character but I’m all the more curious to find out what you’ll surprise me with next. Shall we then?”
Gustav narrowed his eyes. It hardly had much to do with Lin’s teasing though. It just struck him as odd that his companion did not seem to be shaking from the cold or even showing any signs of discomfort. More importantly however...
“Exactly what way are we supposed to go?”
“Not sure,” said Lin unconcerned. “Why don’t we try that way and see where it takes us, yeah?”
Gustav gritted his teeth. “You’re depending on chances a lot these days!”
“And successfully so, so far, wouldn’t you say?” said Lin with a proud pretence. “For aren’t we still alive?”
“Only just,” mumbled Gustav quietly.
He could just about make out the smile on Lin’s face as they walked their way carefully through the dark.
“I don’t know,” said Gustav hurriedly. “I’m wet and cold. I want to get out of here first, how about that?”
“Oh right,” replied Lin as if he just realized it. “Yes of course. How right you are Gustav. Today I saw two qualities I’ve never seen in you before! One of them may have been awfully out of character but I’m all the more curious to find out what you’ll surprise me with next. Shall we then?”
Gustav narrowed his eyes. It hardly had much to do with Lin’s teasing though. It just struck him as odd that his companion did not seem to be shaking from the cold or even showing any signs of discomfort. More importantly however...
“Exactly what way are we supposed to go?”
“Not sure,” said Lin unconcerned. “Why don’t we try that way and see where it takes us, yeah?”
Gustav gritted his teeth. “You’re depending on chances a lot these days!”
“And successfully so, so far, wouldn’t you say?” said Lin with a proud pretence. “For aren’t we still alive?”
“Only just,” mumbled Gustav quietly.
He could just about make out the smile on Lin’s face as they walked their way carefully through the dark.
Somewhere in the capital city of Hexaria sat a middle-aged woman on the sill of one of the poorer looking houses. Her gaze wandered far beyond the city walls as she sat there smoking a long pipe (a rather unusual behavior for a woman when it came to the norms of the city). In fact, her very choice of fashion was just as alarming and uncommon as finding a four-leafed clover. Though some may see it less positively and certainly would not consider it a *lucky sight to behold. She would be described as the black sheep of the flock in their dictionary and they indeed saw her as such.
**Judging from her funky overalls (where the women of the city would naturally wear dresses or gowns), and her free display of her pipe on the sill of the window right next to the stony and crowded walkway, it was clear that Mika Ceidara, as she was called, cared very little for their gossips. Long did she ignore all manner of rumors and hints about her nature, both the bad and the good (which were outweighed anyway). It was not uncommon to see her indifferent replies when encountering such things. "You should do a little more following of your own absurd rules yourselves and a little less preaching, fools!" she would say. "Then again, even if you did choose to follow something my friends, your choices of what to follow would always be as awfully folly as your preaches about others!"
Yes, Mika had a short temper and very little tolerance for rules. At least certain rules.
Meanwhile, as she sat on the windowsill refilling her tobacco, she looked round the kitchen at the dining table. It was placed in the middle of everything where a travel-worn man in his mid-fourties*sat watching her.*
"Who would have thought you could show so much sympathy for someone Mika?" he mused. "You seem very worried. Very unlike you!"*
His gaze at her was in admiration.
**Judging from her funky overalls (where the women of the city would naturally wear dresses or gowns), and her free display of her pipe on the sill of the window right next to the stony and crowded walkway, it was clear that Mika Ceidara, as she was called, cared very little for their gossips. Long did she ignore all manner of rumors and hints about her nature, both the bad and the good (which were outweighed anyway). It was not uncommon to see her indifferent replies when encountering such things. "You should do a little more following of your own absurd rules yourselves and a little less preaching, fools!" she would say. "Then again, even if you did choose to follow something my friends, your choices of what to follow would always be as awfully folly as your preaches about others!"
Yes, Mika had a short temper and very little tolerance for rules. At least certain rules.
Meanwhile, as she sat on the windowsill refilling her tobacco, she looked round the kitchen at the dining table. It was placed in the middle of everything where a travel-worn man in his mid-fourties*sat watching her.*
"Who would have thought you could show so much sympathy for someone Mika?" he mused. "You seem very worried. Very unlike you!"*
His gaze at her was in admiration.
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