| But she had been a solitary child, and then... 546 |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|03:04 am] |
But she had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friendsDevin and Alais only the latest of those who had triedThere had been others back home in the village before she leftShe knew her mother had grieved for her proud solitude
Her father had fled Tigana before the battles at the river
Carefully she drew back her hoodWith real gratitude she discovered that her hands were steady nowShe checked her earrings, the silver band about her throat, the jeweled ornament in her hairThen she drew onto her hand the red glove she'd bought in the market that afternoon and she walked across the street and around the corner of the garden wall into the blaze of light at the |
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