| The White City |
 The White City | Sep. 21st, 2003 @ 07:50 pm  |
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I went out to explorea bit today. The city itself is very beatiful, ancient in its majesty and splendor. The people are proud and brave, despite the recent war. Most of the cities efforts seem to be turning towards getting back to life along with celebrations here and there. Many people are smiling, but many more are crying. It saddens me to see this, but I can already see the citry as a whole on a path to greater things.
I followed one of the soldiers to the house of a woman today. She stood outside the door, with a little girl of six clinging to her side. Another child was on the way, but none of that mattered when she saw who it was that was at the door. I felt bad for the soldier. In a calm, steady voice, he delivered his message. Her husband had died, valiently, in the service of Gondor. She broke down into tears, and the little girl just clung to her, worried imensely because her mother was crying. Even after the soldier left, she stood there, unable to move or stop crying. The girl didn't move either.
That is, she didn't move until she saw me watching them. At this point, of course, the little girl came over to me. She was intrigued by my odd clothing. Bright red robes aren't exactly the fashion. I greeted the girl and brought her back to her mother, who asked me if I was like Gandalf. How she knew of him is beyond me, but I told her the truth: That I was of the same race as Gandalf. She was still crying, though and I wish there was something I could have done for her. But I'm afraid the power to heal wounds of that sort is beyond me. She invited me to stay for a while, but I declined. I thanked her for the offer, and gave her a globe of fire for her kindness. it will keep her house warm when she needs it so she can put money towards food.
She saddened me, but I feel the woman will be fine. Despite her sadness, she still thought to offer me in. If the rest of the people here are like her, then this place is very strong.
After that strange incident, I lookedc around more. I think I am going to go visit the wounded or the more powerful people of this place. I want to know more of what is going on.
Rieka closes her diary, placing it in the pocket of her robes. She pays the innkeeper for her meal and leaves her table in the corner. She steps out on to the street, looking up at the brilliant sun, which warms her face. She moves through thr crowds, attracking a few strange looks, but most barely give her a passing glance. She takes a path towards both the healing rooms and the inner city.
As she walks, Rieka decides to go to the healing houses first.Current Mood:  curious Current Music: Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana |
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