a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
The worst part about this whole running errands and dropping off orders for his family, is this part specifically. The Palace. The Grand Healer had ordered more jars, and apparently his parents thought that it was the best attempt at throwing Glas right into the flame of getting used to dealing with people. Hint: It’s not exactly helping anything. But he can’t say no either.
So he arrives, cart in hand filled with jars for the infirmary and a few other small things his parents had tossed in as if to try and gain a bit more favor for the Palace doing business with them, and he asks for the Grand Healer – anxiety eating away at his stomach at the thought of how he’d always wanted to be a healer… And yet.
Yet, the boy already knows about what magic writhes within his skin, what couldn’t really become a reality. So he lowers his head a bit, staring at the tiles in the floor, waiting quietly and patiently as can be for the man to arrive to take the items.
So he arrives, cart in hand filled with jars for the infirmary and a few other small things his parents had tossed in as if to try and gain a bit more favor for the Palace doing business with them, and he asks for the Grand Healer – anxiety eating away at his stomach at the thought of how he’d always wanted to be a healer… And yet.
Yet, the boy already knows about what magic writhes within his skin, what couldn’t really become a reality. So he lowers his head a bit, staring at the tiles in the floor, waiting quietly and patiently as can be for the man to arrive to take the items.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
