Oh, bloody hell. I make a grab for her bridle but she's faster than me, the scheming harpy, and she makes quick work of the deputy's hat. I grab her by the underside of her lower lip and hiss my displeasure into her ear. She rolls her eyes in my direction, but quiets, and why not? Having won the round, she can afford to be magnanimous.
The deputy takes it better than I have any right to expect, shrugging it off and even beginning with an apology. I wave it away fervently. "Please, my sincerest apologies Deputy Hollow! Of all the tribulations that bedevil the days of man, I fear Memory here is in a class all her own." I chuckle, giving her a fond pat on the neck, but watching out for those teeth. "It's my own fault for spoiling her, no doubt."
He asks what faith I belong to, and I cast my eyes downward in an attitude of humble piety as we walk. "The one true faith, Deputy," I murmur, letting a couple of beats of silence tick by. I break into an irreverent smile, then, and raise my eyes to his. "I jest. Catholic, originally. Franciscan. But faith doesn't meant quite what it used to, and we found our own true calling as shepherds of knowledge." I learned long ago to stick as close to the truth as possible. The ring of sincerity tends to drown out the little lies. "My brothers and sisters wished to cloister themselves and shut out the world. I thought our true work lay elsewhere, out in the world."
When he asks after my plans, I shrug. "I hope to stay, at least for a while. Perhaps there is some good I can do here. Truth be told, I know little of your community. I was blown here by the wind, but I learned long ago that the wind is often wiser than I."
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Date: 2012-01-03 03:31 pm (UTC)The deputy takes it better than I have any right to expect, shrugging it off and even beginning with an apology. I wave it away fervently. "Please, my sincerest apologies Deputy Hollow! Of all the tribulations that bedevil the days of man, I fear Memory here is in a class all her own." I chuckle, giving her a fond pat on the neck, but watching out for those teeth. "It's my own fault for spoiling her, no doubt."
He asks what faith I belong to, and I cast my eyes downward in an attitude of humble piety as we walk. "The one true faith, Deputy," I murmur, letting a couple of beats of silence tick by. I break into an irreverent smile, then, and raise my eyes to his. "I jest. Catholic, originally. Franciscan. But faith doesn't meant quite what it used to, and we found our own true calling as shepherds of knowledge." I learned long ago to stick as close to the truth as possible. The ring of sincerity tends to drown out the little lies. "My brothers and sisters wished to cloister themselves and shut out the world. I thought our true work lay elsewhere, out in the world."
When he asks after my plans, I shrug. "I hope to stay, at least for a while. Perhaps there is some good I can do here. Truth be told, I know little of your community. I was blown here by the wind, but I learned long ago that the wind is often wiser than I."