Francesco plucked a moss from the side of the tree and casually threw it into the pot before him.
“Hode would like to interview you” he addressed Murmur, “you can trust him with the truth”.
“There is little to say Franco - you know already all I know - which is nothing. I have no special prayer or secret, there isn’t anything to impart in explanation or corporeal - no elixir, no unholy pact, it just happens.” He had not meant to dismiss Hode with this, but he just had.
The ancient Elf was impressed - he had never heard the boy speak before and had considered him to be a simpleton. Even to gaze into his aura was to see but a pale blue eminence; there was not one thing to indicate that this man was a saint, or a fey, or a healer.
“I have faith” Murmur said - looking strongly now into Hode’s eyes.
“I believe in the resurrection… of all men, of all things.”
“And,” he concluded: “there are times, when by God only, this comes to happen.”
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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