Garden Lunch
Mother Superior’s eyes still widened a touch when the Necromancer came calling, although by now she must have known his visits held no cause for alarm. She still felt unaccustomed to seeing him in person. His visits were infrequent and thus his affect on the orphanage was no small matter.
All the children went quiet. Some went still with apprehension at the sight of his crimson robes. Others backed away from his imposing presence, intensified at this time of year by his heavy fur cloak and growing beard. One little girl bounded up to him. Mortanius bid Mother Superior farewell, promising to return the young girl within the hour, and left the orphanage leading Rosanna by the hand.
There was a nip in the air. Soon the first snow of winter would usher autumn away until next year. For now there was still time to enjoy the garden.
