Wilfully, Maria walked through the perfectly still streets. Only the lamp posts stood there, frosty, motionless but unaffected by the cold. Every now and then, they lit her lonely journey. A couple of stray leaves were carried away into a twirling dance until they fell back lifelessly on the slippery ground.
Maria had gone back to her disguise of a large-bellied man for the night; after all, it was much safer to course through the streets looking like this. As she walked, she tucked her pillows inside her oversized pants; she could not contemplate having her disguise fall apart again in front of her audience.
Searching her brain to recall the way was unnecessary because her feet led her towards Suffer, Pianophobe, Suffer, the …show more content…
It was an ordinary road near many other ones except that it was very different to the others. Gzaron had been correct when she described the Deity of Leather’s house as the only habitable one there, since the rest looked discarded or ruined. Some uninhabited houses had neither walls nor roofs, and Maria could see old furniture along with used and tattered curtains discarded in a dusty mess and kept cold underneath a thin coat of dirty snow. Most of these destroyed constructions were just the charred remains of their past. It was almost surreal.
The duo walked along the muddy road which led uphill and through the rows of abandoned habitats and lonely trees with old, grey bark.
Travelling wordlessly to their destination, the only sounds betraying the stillness and quietness of it all were the occasional rumble of the vehicles far away, predatory owls, flickering lamp posts and Maria’s heels echoing through the walls of silence.
Now and then she threw furtive glances at the fiddler next to her. That was when realisation dawned on her; she knew nothing about this man. Snowflakes fell down on them, covering the streets in their wintry