Throw Some Salt

The party around them were perplexed at the elongated silence and the smiles coming from the two in silent discourse.

“Perhaps we best just leave be?” suggested Robin.

“Agreed,” said Francis.

“Nought to be done here,” said Robin.

“I supposeth not”, echoed Francis.

“Will you join us on the mountain for supper? I should very much like to catch up.”

“Excellent. … Oh, and I brought you some gold, I almost forgot”

Robin drew out a small satchel from his tunic and handed it to Francis who nodded with the slightest of bows.

“Got to go now”, said Francis to the circus-master who was glaring at him.

“Good luck trying to teach them to dance. You might want to throw some salt upon them from time to time.”

The two parties of monks gathered into one as they set off back to the tracks to the mountain.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances