♣ - a fading memory
There is a man sitting where the alleys meet.
The man doesn’t have legs. That’s not unusual, really. There are many men without legs sitting in the streets, or women without legs, but all the women without legs are old. Some of the men are nearly children - but not this man, he’s not a child anymore, and he’s not all that young, but not old either.
And he always smiles when Quissa walks by.
He has nice eyes, that man. Large and brown and gentle. Quissa makes Merren and Lya play with her down the alley from where he sits, so she can see him once in a while. Sometimes she sees people give things to him. There is a nice lady, a Chantry lady, who gives blankets to some of the people in the street when the wind gets colder. Sometimes she comes with bread, and she walks through a few of their alleys and gives it to people who are sleeping in the dirt. They are close to the gate, so the man is often lucky.
One time the Chantry lady brings apples for the people without legs. When he sees Quissa watch, he breaks the apple apart - his fingers are awfully strong, full of old calluses - and gives half of the apple to her.
They are close to the gate. That’s why he got it.
An elf Quissa doesn’t know pulls her away. Quissa screams. Quissa wails. Quissa rages until the elf who pulled her away from the alley puts a hand over her mouth.
There is steel, and laughter, and blood. The man doesn’t have legs. The man doesn’t have arms. His eyes are brown. Large. Dead.
Quissa weeps for her father.