07-27-2014, 03:35 PM
Mireille was the only woman to call him Vincenzo. To hear another woman utter the sound of his full name ripped his heart out. When Tehya agreed to shorten it, Enzo was visibly relieved. He exhaled and the grievance passed.
She indicated the room he might adopt. How long he would remain here, he could not venture to guess. Until the city's dreyken were eliminated, probably.
The welcome seemed genuine, so he shrugged out of his coat and draped it across a seat. His clothes were simple if a little worn from travel. He wore a plaid button-down, a t-shirt, and workable pants. A hint of a silver necklace could be seen around his neck, but it was tucked under his clothes as though he wanted it kept from sight.
"Oui, I am used to working with someone, my mentor and trainer."
Enzo looked down before he turned away. His expression drained dry. "His name was Corrado Sabbatini,"
he said quietly.
But Enzo recovered. He was Atharim now, a vessel. Corrado taught him better than to fight grief.
"Don't fight your grief, Enzo. Grief burns bright at first. Let it wound you, then smother it as you would a candle and it can wound you no more." Corrado laid his hand on Enzo's shoulder before walking away. Enzo stared quietly at the stars.
"He's gone now."
Enzo added, explaining without elaborating.
"It's true then? What is said about New World Atharim? You work alone?"
He failed to picture Tehya as a lone wolf, but his question lacked the sharpness of interrogation, rather it was softened by genuine curiosity. His was a life new to the society, but that was not to suggest he lacked experience. Not when he was trained by the greatest dreyken hunter of the century.
She indicated the room he might adopt. How long he would remain here, he could not venture to guess. Until the city's dreyken were eliminated, probably.
The welcome seemed genuine, so he shrugged out of his coat and draped it across a seat. His clothes were simple if a little worn from travel. He wore a plaid button-down, a t-shirt, and workable pants. A hint of a silver necklace could be seen around his neck, but it was tucked under his clothes as though he wanted it kept from sight.
"Oui, I am used to working with someone, my mentor and trainer."
Enzo looked down before he turned away. His expression drained dry. "His name was Corrado Sabbatini,"
he said quietly.
But Enzo recovered. He was Atharim now, a vessel. Corrado taught him better than to fight grief.
"Don't fight your grief, Enzo. Grief burns bright at first. Let it wound you, then smother it as you would a candle and it can wound you no more." Corrado laid his hand on Enzo's shoulder before walking away. Enzo stared quietly at the stars.
"He's gone now."
Enzo added, explaining without elaborating.
"It's true then? What is said about New World Atharim? You work alone?"
He failed to picture Tehya as a lone wolf, but his question lacked the sharpness of interrogation, rather it was softened by genuine curiosity. His was a life new to the society, but that was not to suggest he lacked experience. Not when he was trained by the greatest dreyken hunter of the century.