Meraud. Robyne HypGothic
eyes. The two were standing apart from the rest and were unlikely to be overheard.
"Meraud, I'm sorry for being abrupt with you before. I know the little boy in the train got under your skin. He got under mine too. The things that we have to see when we perform our duties are very difficult. If you ever need to speak to anyone about it, please, I would be honoured if you would come to me."
Meraud studied his face for some hint of irony but he was serious. She slowly gave in to a smile and said simply, "Thank you Fear." The physical contact made her feel awkward and self-conscious. His close proximity forced her to examine his attractive features. He then gave her arm another squeeze before letting her go. For some reason, Meraud wished that he did not let her go but as he had, she felt compelled by him to leave.
"Be kind to yourself." He said by way of parting.
Fearghas stood for a while in contemplation after Meraud disappeared. He had seen her face when she came to realise that the boy was to die and the look of horror reminded him of himself, when he was younger; before he had steeled himself against the plight of the mortals, their loves, their hate, their tragedies and their pain. He knew that Meraud had begun the path to losing her natural optimism from that moment. All of the Portents became jaded. It annoyed him more than his own right of passage, as devastating as that had been to him. He wished that it need not be so but immortal or
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