What a beautiful and oh so relevant short story!
I detect a certain first-hand familiarity with the hustle and bustle of a busy breakfast table.
‘This needless formality was Rothmund’s doing. Her eldest seemed to have sat upon a stick at an early age and never gotten around to removing it.’ There was so much to love in this story. First, was letting us gradually figure out for ourselves who this story was about - via the bread crumbs buried within those quarter million words of Jerric’s story. Then to see, through Sonstra’s eyes, Kvatch in her pre-crisis glory. And a young priestess named Oleta, just starting out in her healing career!
Sonstra captured our hearts in the first short paragraph. Then, despite introducing many characters in a limited number of words, you did each one of them justice - yet so delicately that we barely noticed as Sonstra flowed through her morning.
Sonstra and Kjelling perfectly conveyed the loving comfort that only years of experience together can bring.
Yes, his name shall be Jerric!
This post has been edited by SubRosa: Jun 23 2019, 03:26 AM