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Salvation of Silence 1

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Molchanie walked down the ever-familiar roads of Saint-Leu, three
books clutched in her small arms and hair tied back in a ribbon of hair
that now tipped off at the small of her back. Glasses- which she only
wore outside of the hospital -were nudged back up the bride of her nose
by an unsteady hand as she continued walking.

The canal to her right was littered with boats, which always took
control of the beautiful summer weather to earn money by giving boat
rides to the adolescents of the day. The young girl found herself
entranced by the different gondola-based boats that drifted down the
mirror-like waters. So pretty. . .

"Would you like a ride, ma chère?" The elder voice snapped
Molchanie from her thoughts and the timid Haibane's wings twitched out
from behind her in shock. She pointed to herself in confusion, as though
the man were speaking to another, and was responded with a soft chuckle
and a, "Oui, you."

Shy and never having been in a boat before, she hesitated and
lowered her gaze to the light-bricked step that would allow her to step
onto the boat. The Grecian looked back up to see a cream-skinned hand
outstretched for her to take; which of course caused the girl to jump
back in shock. Another warm chuckle.

After a few moments of curious argument in her head, the constant
complaint with herself of You have to get back to the hospital,
they'll worry!
and But you never let yourself have any fun, just
this once couldn't hurt. . .
, she went with the clearly better of the
two decisions and nodded. Balancing the books in one arm, she folded her
charcoal-feathered wings between her shoulder blades and placed her hand
into the man's- calloused but smooth-skinned and secure around her own.

He assisted her across the step and the small space between boat
and land that lead down to just water; then Molchanie lowered herself
down onto the wooden, polished bench in the boat after smoothing out the
black, silver-trimmmed skirt over her knees.

Humming as he lifted the dual paddles from inside of the boat,
the Frenchman pushed them off from te land and settled down as well to
begin rowing them through the water. Molchanie could never have been more
intruiged by the world; the way it moved as they rocked smoothly down the
canal, the way ripples turned into mini whirl-pools as the paddles
entered and left the water, and even the way the people looked up on the
streets from their lower area on the surface of the water.

She had barely noticed when they just began to drift alone with
the current as the man placed the oars back into the bottom of the boat;
all until the warm voice brought her back from her daydreaming.

"I'm Edmond," he spoke kindly, and Molchanie's silver-blue eyes
granted him with their presence once again. She nodded.

"You don't speak much, do you, ma chère?" She shook her head. He
let out a relieved sigh and stretched his arms- halfway shown from his
rolled-up blue sleeves and shimmering with pale gold hairs -above his
head. "Aah, good. I thought it was just moi." This made the Grecian
before him smile in amusement and let out her breath in a few short
snuffs from her nose- like a laugh.

"So, what is your name, ange?" Thinking for a moment and then
holding out her hand, Molchanie watched his confused expression for a
moment before she leaned forward a bit and grasped his right arm in her
left hand. Scooting a bit closer, the girl began to trace the letters on
his arm. Once normal speed, and then a few more times slower.

"Mol. . .chan. . .ie?" He pronounced it with a clear French
accent, the "Ch" sounding like an "Sh". She shook her head and traced a
"K" on his arm. He spoke again, and again, and a few more times as she
helped him by tracin until he pronounced it correctly. Mohl-kahn-
yeh
.

"I see. . .What does it mean?" She then traced seven letters up
his arm. S-I-L-E-N-C-E.

"Silence. . ." Molchanie nodded and then sucked in a gasp as she
lurched forwards- the end of the boat knocking against the brick wall
once again. Edmond caught her in time- the books clattering to the base
of the boat and thankfully not falling in. The shocked look on
Molchanie's young face was all it took to send the nineteen-year-old
before her in a laughing fit. He stopped when she sent him a glare,
however.

A few more breathless chuckles, and Edmond helped her to her feet
and back onto land once more. He grabbed the books and helped steady the
girl as her legs got used to solid land beneath them once again, and then
he handed over the literature.

Molchanie reached into the small wallet-pouched chained to the
upper hem of her skirt for money to pay the man, but he shook his head
and guided her hands back up.

"I will let your ride be free, mon chère, on one condition."
Molchanie looked up in confusion, halo catching the light and reflecting
gold but wings still tucked securely to her back.

"You come back again so I can take you for another boat ride."
Molchanie smiled and nodded eagerly, then from the small pouch a little
buzz resounding. She pulled out a small messenger and blinked at the
screen, which blinked with a few words in French before Dr. Albert
flashed onto the screen. She opened the message and read it through,
paling at the anger behind the words.

The Grecian looked up, twitched her wings to full length once,
and pulled off a feather. She placed it in one of Edmond's hands before
waving a quick goodbye, turning on the canvas sneakers she wore, and then
took off without another moment to spare.

This, of course, left Edmond to stare at the charcoal-grey
feather in his uncurled fingers- too worried that he would break it's
beauty if he enclosed it in his hand -and to murmur to himself,
"Mon deiu, what did I do God that allowed you to gift me one of
your most sacred daughters?"

--

Molchanie walked back into the hospital and slid off her canvas
shoes, slipping instead to the usual fabric slippers she had to wear
inside of the building. Then the adolescent pulled off her glasses as
well and placed them back into their holder before walking further into
the mental institution.

"And where have you been?" Albert's voice startled the
Grecian, and she turned around slowly to see the older of the doctors
waiting impatiently for her. Her wings fluttered nervously.

"The children need you. Mon deiu, They won't stop
fighting." A quick nod, and Molchanie darted down the halls, books in
hand, and off to where she would need to calm a group of toddlers.

--

Edmond went through the rest of the day without trouble, but
nonetheless he couldn't get his mind off of the girl he had met earlier
that day. The male dragged his fingers back through his near-to-shoulder
length gold-blond hair, teal eyes settled on the coffee set out before
him.

"Ah, waitress," the Frenchman called to a uniform-clad woman as
she walked past; catching her attention, "Oui, monseiur?" He looked down
at the menu once more, then looked back up. "Ah, que je pourrais obtenir
Ratatouille et une salade, s'il vous plaît?" "Oui, monseiur. Je vais
l'avoir dans un instant." "Merci."

At this rate, he'd never be able to think properly again.

Deiu, what have I gotten myself into?
Say hello to Edmond~ I'll get a description of him up soon enough as well, don't worry >.>
Translations:
Mon deiu: My god
Deiu: God
Merci: Thank you
Ange: Angel
Oui, Monseiur: Yes, sir.
Ah, que je pourrais obtenir Ratatouille et une salade, s'il vous plaît: Ah, Could I have Ratatouille and a salad, please?
Oui, monseiur. Je vais l'avoir dans un instant: Yes, sir. I'll have it out in a moment.
ma chère: my dear


And now for some information on Saint-Leu, where this first chapter takes place in.

St-Leu is a part of Amiens north of the town centre. Its has many older wooden and brick houses and several canals. It was a poor part of town, but since extensive renovation in the 1990s it has become popular with tourists and students as a pretty area with a high concentration of cafés, restaurants and night clubs. Local culture is offered by Chés Cabotans theatre (puppet shows in the Picard language) and 'La Lune des Pirates', a concert hall.
Amiens University's Faculty of Sciences and its Faculty of Law & Economics are located in Saint-Leu.
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