05-23-2022, 02:23 PM
Malachi took the girl’s quiet promise in stride, responding with an amused huff of breath and a brighter smile.
The church kind of had to be his favorite. It had to be his priority wherever he went, not just in Whitby. Saint Hilda’s was a very beautiful, sturdy church, and he did feel more at home within its nave than he felt anywhere else in town.
If he was not obligated to hold it with such high regards above everything else, though? He supposed there were other parts of town that he enjoyed just as much. Many he was yet to discover, but his faith was full that they would be there. So he hummed his consideration, and in the meantime offered a polite nod of farewell to one of the older parishioners that glanced his way.
“The church is one of my favorites,” he ceded, “as are the more winding streets.”
Whether the streets themselves technically counted as places or just passageways between them, Malachi appreciated their endurance. Built over hills and flats, split between forks and narrow alleys, leading away yet leading towards something else.
More of the remaining congregation filtered out, leaving but a few stragglers catching up with one another in the pews. Malachi watched them before turning his focus back to the siblings.
“If you aren’t busy with anything else, perhaps the three of us could find our way around? I could do with some fresh air.”
The church kind of had to be his favorite. It had to be his priority wherever he went, not just in Whitby. Saint Hilda’s was a very beautiful, sturdy church, and he did feel more at home within its nave than he felt anywhere else in town.
If he was not obligated to hold it with such high regards above everything else, though? He supposed there were other parts of town that he enjoyed just as much. Many he was yet to discover, but his faith was full that they would be there. So he hummed his consideration, and in the meantime offered a polite nod of farewell to one of the older parishioners that glanced his way.
“The church is one of my favorites,” he ceded, “as are the more winding streets.”
Whether the streets themselves technically counted as places or just passageways between them, Malachi appreciated their endurance. Built over hills and flats, split between forks and narrow alleys, leading away yet leading towards something else.
More of the remaining congregation filtered out, leaving but a few stragglers catching up with one another in the pews. Malachi watched them before turning his focus back to the siblings.
“If you aren’t busy with anything else, perhaps the three of us could find our way around? I could do with some fresh air.”
