South of the fountain, she listened as long as she could to the crystal cold tones of water burbling. She did not think it was funny or amusing that the fountain had become some central hub in which survivors of still-too-recent blasts gathered. Nor did she find anything amusing in the fact it seemed to be repaired nearly immediately, or never showing ill repair.
Such things were needed, Ran thought, in these times--especially with those facing a holiday without their loved ones for the first time.
The sun was hiding behind drab clouds; it made for gray everywhere along the hawkers and vendors that lined the route toward West End. The winter was present in many people's cheeks; round little apples red as autumn?s harvest. Anyone who breathed outward and held any sort of warmth left little train-trails of puffing mist. Watching them deal with the cold, with their stiff fingers and slow mouths, the freckle-spattered flower prophet almost passed by a slim, three story building.
The flower cart behind her, packed and filled with white lotus squeaked as Ran's feet slowed to a complete stop.
She had remembered. Not only had she remembered the address, but to come. She took her small accomplishments and kept them triumphantly secret.
Away from inspecting the open front of it, amber eyes sought the wide open front and anyone who might be there in.
"Good morning," a smooth alto that did not waver in emotion or varying tones called. "I have brought lotus." Just in case the...obvious wasn't obvious. Yes.
Such things were needed, Ran thought, in these times--especially with those facing a holiday without their loved ones for the first time.
The sun was hiding behind drab clouds; it made for gray everywhere along the hawkers and vendors that lined the route toward West End. The winter was present in many people's cheeks; round little apples red as autumn?s harvest. Anyone who breathed outward and held any sort of warmth left little train-trails of puffing mist. Watching them deal with the cold, with their stiff fingers and slow mouths, the freckle-spattered flower prophet almost passed by a slim, three story building.
The flower cart behind her, packed and filled with white lotus squeaked as Ran's feet slowed to a complete stop.
She had remembered. Not only had she remembered the address, but to come. She took her small accomplishments and kept them triumphantly secret.
Away from inspecting the open front of it, amber eyes sought the wide open front and anyone who might be there in.
"Good morning," a smooth alto that did not waver in emotion or varying tones called. "I have brought lotus." Just in case the...obvious wasn't obvious. Yes.