Mar 08, 2011 11:52
Judith's voice was even and well practiced. And she read from the books before her with a crisp practice. Absorbing chunks of text at a time and speaking the words with a poetic pace that never broke stride or disrupted the pattern of the text.
Marius reclined gently. His fingers folded over his staff as he listened. A past time of theirs that even with all these ages, remained firmly and pleasantly unchanged. Withdrawing into his mind to commit the lovely words to memory.
Their own little tradition. That comforted them in the long hours of their long lives.
marius,
judith,
requiem,
drabble