Silas, still wandering, caught sight of a child meandering down the corridor. He hadn't yet seen any small children here--a few who might be teenagers, but no true children. He might not have paid this little girl much heed, had she not wandered beneath a window, which lit her hair up with a pale golden aura.
That stopped him dead. Camilla's hair did that--was this child another angel? Could angels have children? Perhaps this girl was her daughter.
He knelt, wincing at the bite of the cilice (no, he hadn't given that up yet) and pushed his hood back, hoping his appearance wouldn't send the child running the other way.
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Date: 2007-04-15 04:06 am (UTC)That stopped him dead. Camilla's hair did that--was this child another angel? Could angels have children? Perhaps this girl was her daughter.
He knelt, wincing at the bite of the cilice (no, he hadn't given that up yet) and pushed his hood back, hoping his appearance wouldn't send the child running the other way.
"Hello," he said. "And who do you belong to?"