As the rain began to come down harder, she sighed. The gods were not pleased. Perhaps, that was why it rain here every night. It was the gods trying to tell their children that they were not pleased. They wept at what the citizens did from day to day. It was mere guess, but Fran had always held her religious thoughts, even in exile. Her heart had always been close to nature, and she still held love for the gods…though she was sure that the gods wept a few tears for her. She knew they would not be pleased with all she had done. Unfortunately, Fran knew she could not change the past or her lot in life…nor did she want to.
Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of approaching boots on the stone street. Fran’s ears perked up and she turned her face slightly to get a glance at the man behind her.
"You should not stay in the streets for much longer Miss. If you do not shelter I can direct you to a safe place."
There was something about this man. Fran senses overflowed with a feeling of eeriness and mystery. It almost sent a shiver down her spine, but it also made her curious. Her eyes continued to examine him as she slid off the barrel, standing tall and elegant.
Fran adjusted her long white coat, saying: "I know of no safe places, especially in this city. The world is a dangerous place. There are no havens."
Taking a step closer to him, Fran said: "I am quiet capable of taking care of myself. Rain is the least danger I've seen." In order to not sound too cold, Fran continued: "At least, you have concern and empathy in your heart. This is a rare thing for men here."
Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of approaching boots on the stone street. Fran’s ears perked up and she turned her face slightly to get a glance at the man behind her.
"You should not stay in the streets for much longer Miss. If you do not shelter I can direct you to a safe place."
There was something about this man. Fran senses overflowed with a feeling of eeriness and mystery. It almost sent a shiver down her spine, but it also made her curious. Her eyes continued to examine him as she slid off the barrel, standing tall and elegant.
Fran adjusted her long white coat, saying: "I know of no safe places, especially in this city. The world is a dangerous place. There are no havens."
Taking a step closer to him, Fran said: "I am quiet capable of taking care of myself. Rain is the least danger I've seen." In order to not sound too cold, Fran continued: "At least, you have concern and empathy in your heart. This is a rare thing for men here."
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