when the snows are gone...

Jan 02, 2008 21:21

I had gone to sleep chilly, glad for the blanket I'd wrapped myself up in, burrowed deep into its warmth. When I woke, though, I felt I was drowning in it, and clawed my way free to discover the world had returned to the state it was in before December had arrived, hot and humid and tropical.

Shedding the warm clothes I'd slept in, I wrapped myself in a sarong and went out to the little balcony to take in some sun. It did not take me long to think of Hyacinthe, and to remember his words to me that evening he'd found me in the temple. When the snows are gone, he'd promised me, I will have an answer. I stretched my arms over my head, going up on my toes and then coming down onto my heels with a bounce. Ten minutes later saw me dressed, and I descended the ladder and made my way to Hyacinthe's hut munching thoughtfully on an apple.

Once there, I knocked, unable to keep a little smile off my face. Though I was nervous, part of me was certain what his answer would be, and therefore certain that I was about to discover I had no reason at all to be nervous. I heard him coming to the door and smoothed my hair out of my face, trying to look nonchalant as I leaned against the doorframe.

hyacinthe

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