He Read Her Thinking

Her grace walked in step with the motions of the Cosmos - it was as though this woman moved in perfect time with the natural world around her. And, she saw him. When he caught the Lady’s glance, he found her to be looking right at him.

“What is yon halo?” he read her thinking to ask.

How could a mortal see anything of who he was?

She had been summoned by the keepers: two who stood protectively close by. The sound of their armour grated on his nerves. It was a little known antipathy he kept - metal on metal anguished his elven sensibilities.

“How could they tolerate their own noise?” he thought of the chatter and grind of the men of the town.

The Lady Marian laughed a gentle laugh …

“I wonder this also,” she whispered quietly to the enamoured Monk.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances