01-09-2020, 07:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-09-2020, 07:13 PM by Zechariah Meijer.)
Uriel. Pathetic, short-sighted Uriel, already begging for charity to anyone with ears.
He was not quick to forget how crude and disreputably Uriel had behaved since their paths had crossed again. But Zechariah? Zechariah had class. That was why he worked his kitchen into the ground and incidentally left one of the blindsided bakers short of flour for the rest of the week. That was why he took time out of his faux-busy life himself to come with an overflowing basket of fresh loaves in arm himself, rather than send Rose.
… Alright. Mostly because he rather anyone with more than two pence to knock together not associate any Wards with him. But other than that.
In a cheery yellow suit that seemed too flamboyant for the occasion, Zechariah meandered off his horse and carriage and into the schoolhouse just before lunch break. Obnoxiously, he took up the whole doorway to spectate over the classroom as though it were a zoo.
He was not quick to forget how crude and disreputably Uriel had behaved since their paths had crossed again. But Zechariah? Zechariah had class. That was why he worked his kitchen into the ground and incidentally left one of the blindsided bakers short of flour for the rest of the week. That was why he took time out of his faux-busy life himself to come with an overflowing basket of fresh loaves in arm himself, rather than send Rose.
… Alright. Mostly because he rather anyone with more than two pence to knock together not associate any Wards with him. But other than that.
In a cheery yellow suit that seemed too flamboyant for the occasion, Zechariah meandered off his horse and carriage and into the schoolhouse just before lunch break. Obnoxiously, he took up the whole doorway to spectate over the classroom as though it were a zoo.
