Zariah might be in for a surprise: for indeed, the words of her notice spread further and wider than she might have anticipated. They trickle in to the Temple in small groups: heavily female, and mostly adults, though there are some older children there - none, however, older than sixteen. They weren’t stupid, you know, to completely flaunt their defiance of her enlistment. They greet each other with firm handshakes and hugs, calls of hello and how have you been? clamor and echo into the vaulted space.
In the end the crowd swells to fill the room, bodies fully line the benches until there is only standing room and many of these bodies have hard faces. Faces lined with anger, curiosity, and hardship. Faces set in scowls. Faces displaying contempt. Faces that say you are not one of us, you have no right.
In the end the crowd swells to fill the room, bodies fully line the benches until there is only standing room and many of these bodies have hard faces. Faces lined with anger, curiosity, and hardship. Faces set in scowls. Faces displaying contempt. Faces that say you are not one of us, you have no right.
