06-05-2025, 03:54 PM
Anita was a woman of science. Medicine was science. She lived and breathed it every day. And people of science tended to be skeptical of miracles. Mostly because they wanted a rational explanation for things. That was becoming harder with the knowledge of magic users showing up in the world. The fact that she was visions of the future added to that. Anita was sure there was an explanation for it, but she didn’t know.
Quillion’s story captivated her though. It wasn’t the miracle itself, but the way he told the story. He spoke with such sincerity that she couldn’t help but believe him. This man in white had delivered a miracle to him. The reason was unknown, and it didn’t matter. The life had been saved. And death had a way of making you appreciate life more. She’d seen death - and some quite gruesome. She had felt that herself. Quillion wanted to give that back.
Anita found herself admiring Quillion - more than she’d admired someone in a long time. ”Wow…that’s incredible!” she said without any trace of condescension.
Quillion was finishing up and it was sort of a disappointment that it was getting close to his time to leave. At least it felt that way. ”Id like to talk more. Maybe somewhere warmer l. Could I buy you a cup of coffee or something? Or if you’re busy - maybe some other time?” The words were a surprise to her. She hadn’t expected to meet someone who just made her think like this.
Quillion’s story captivated her though. It wasn’t the miracle itself, but the way he told the story. He spoke with such sincerity that she couldn’t help but believe him. This man in white had delivered a miracle to him. The reason was unknown, and it didn’t matter. The life had been saved. And death had a way of making you appreciate life more. She’d seen death - and some quite gruesome. She had felt that herself. Quillion wanted to give that back.
Anita found herself admiring Quillion - more than she’d admired someone in a long time. ”Wow…that’s incredible!” she said without any trace of condescension.
Quillion was finishing up and it was sort of a disappointment that it was getting close to his time to leave. At least it felt that way. ”Id like to talk more. Maybe somewhere warmer l. Could I buy you a cup of coffee or something? Or if you’re busy - maybe some other time?” The words were a surprise to her. She hadn’t expected to meet someone who just made her think like this.