05-02-2014, 12:48 PM
Drowned in the words of Mary Shelly, Ayden hardly noticed anyone else around her. But her hardly was so much different from the norm. She knew where every person was, and who had accompanied them. As they entered and exited the premises Ayden was aware of their comings and goings. Such was the life of an assassin.
Her soup arrived just as she read the last paragraph of chapter twelve.
"The pleasant showers and genial warmth of spring greatly altered the aspect of the earth. Men who before this change seemed to have been hid in caves dispersed themselves and were employed in various arts of cultivation. The birds sang in more cheerful notes, and the leaves began to bud forth on the trees. Happy, happy earth! Fit habitation for gods, which, so short a time before, was bleak, damp, and unwholesome. My spirits were elevated by the enchanting appearance of nature; the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and anticipations of joy."
The words were bright for the topic of the book. Ayden was enjoying the book. But was as always eager to move on as well.
Ayden moved her bookmark to the start of Chapter thirteen and placed it back in her purse to save for a later time. The soup was of course cold, as it should be. Ayden hoped that it was better here than the last time she had been in Moscow. There were always paying clients in Moscow. The vegetables were bright and colorful despite the weather outside. The kvass was alluring and the soup was delightful as Ayden took the first spoonful to her lips tenatively. It would do for now.
Her soup arrived just as she read the last paragraph of chapter twelve.
"The pleasant showers and genial warmth of spring greatly altered the aspect of the earth. Men who before this change seemed to have been hid in caves dispersed themselves and were employed in various arts of cultivation. The birds sang in more cheerful notes, and the leaves began to bud forth on the trees. Happy, happy earth! Fit habitation for gods, which, so short a time before, was bleak, damp, and unwholesome. My spirits were elevated by the enchanting appearance of nature; the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and anticipations of joy."
The words were bright for the topic of the book. Ayden was enjoying the book. But was as always eager to move on as well.
Ayden moved her bookmark to the start of Chapter thirteen and placed it back in her purse to save for a later time. The soup was of course cold, as it should be. Ayden hoped that it was better here than the last time she had been in Moscow. There were always paying clients in Moscow. The vegetables were bright and colorful despite the weather outside. The kvass was alluring and the soup was delightful as Ayden took the first spoonful to her lips tenatively. It would do for now.