by Uncle Pervy » Sun Feb 02, 2003 4:24 am
A silver-haired women walks through the slums of Doma. Here, the poorest and most wretched of the city dwell. Here, amidst decaying homes and filthy streets live the hopeless and the desperate.
She dwells here among them of her own choice. She calls these desperate people her friends, and works each day to help then. Every gil she can spare, she devotes to the people here. Every blanket she can find, she gives to those here who are cold. Those who are hungry, she works to feed. Those who try to live as predators off their fellow poor, she tries to teach otherwise.
Though she lives among them, her white silken robes stay clean, due to the enchantments woven into them by their maker. Her silver hair and pale skin are also clean, due to the generousity of the innkeeper of the Jade Dragon, who allows her to bathe there. A pair of Enormous wings extend from her shoulder blades, seeming to frame her comparatively small body.
"Enlil!" calls out a rough voice from one of the alleys.
The angel looks over, smiling, as she spies a man she knows as Gerald. He is a large, roughly built sort. Once, he was a thug who robbed others who lived in the slums. When Enlil caught him and asked him to stop, he tried to strike her down.
The Angel's own sword, Maru, deflected it easily. Soon, he had found himself disarmed and incapacitated by the woman who had asked him, begged him, to let go of his hate and anger. Curious that someone could believe this and be so skilled, he listened.
"Hello Gerald," she says to him, approaching the man and offereing him a hug.
He accepts. As he draws away, he feels the angels hand pass over his own. Looking in his palm, he sees ten gil sitting in it.
"Go buy yourself a meal," she says to him, "and buy one for someone else. Help them, too, as I have just helped you."
He nods, no longer questioning the angel's seemingly erratic advice. In the two months since their fight, following it has had an effect upon the people around him. They no longer fear him. Instead, the other beggars and refugees welcome him to their fires for the night. They share their food, when once he had to beat them for it. It still does not make much sense to Gerald, but he accepts it.
"I'll do that, Enlil," he says.
"I know you will, Gerald," she answers, smiling at him. "Later, I hope to be able to sing for everyone at the Studark Well. If you find the time, please come."
"Heh heh, I will," he answers, grinning widely. He loved her songs, the beautiful, foriegn melodies that she sang for the people. They helped him. He wasn't sure how, but they made him feel as though life here wasn't so bad anymore...
"Try to come soon," he says, "Dun wanna wait too long."
"I'll try," she answers, "But now I have to go meet with my other friends. I promised them."
He can only nod, as she spreads her wings, and takes to the air.
****
A few minutes later, she lands before the inn, and walks inside. Striding over to the table Kelne is relaxing at, she favors him a smile and asks "How is your day?"