House of Glass
@one-good-leg
The journey to Paris had been the greatest test of her faith so far. With the ambition of her master, companion, and child in her heart, she heeded the call to follow the young Armand northwards to a flock so sorely in need of a strong hand and mind to guide them. This young treasure of hers was surely not yet ready for such a heavy burden but all those in employ of the divine plan did not get to choose that for themselves. It was a kindness that he had his mother beside him to be his strength, to shatter obstacles in his path so that he could lead as a man with his head held high.
Ah, but already, she felt that strange feeling in her chest again; that pressure between compartments threatening to leak over and rot her perfectly arranged home. In these moments when she strolled along the edges of this great city of sin and filth, listening to the thoughts of those truly alive with their dreams and those destitute and begging for death, that she felt weaker than she could ever remember. Her soul was beginning to waver and the edges of her mind were turning yellow and brittle like this but she couldn't allow it to be. She simply was not ready to let go of her mission just yet. It must be completed before she might find some true rest.
Suddenly, like a candle lit in the forest, a presence was made known to her all too near. Santino had always noticed much quicker than her but this was nearly humiliating how she had not felt until just then that a new dark creature had come into this delicate balance. The timing of the Lord was truly something, wasn't it?
This territory is claimed by another.
