She giggled at the memory, wondering what could she have done to garnered such a reaction.One thing’s for sure, she enjoyed getting to know him, even if the things she had learned were his travels and the occasional basic question such as their favorite colors with hers being white and his being turquoise. Jhula would have thought something was wrong had she not noticed the red tint on his ears and a stifled sound she caught once in a while. Though at some parts, he would ask her a question and would get tense. And as she applied the medicine, he would tell her of some of the places he traveled. But that was something the goat kept to herself. She also enjoyed the sensation of his soft wool when she treated him. An effect that, truthfully, she wanted to experience again. His comforting words had an effect on her. She’d be lying to say she wasn’t flattered. Of their conversation despite the circumstances, of Lambert’s kind words towards her incompetence, and she blushed at the memory of his scent and how he caressed her hand as if it was a national treasure. Jhula smiled fondly as she remembered the night before. Well…aside from the one person who seemed to be interested in what she had to say.
For her sake, she’ll keep her opinions to herself. If she defended the lambs and condemned the bishops’ decree openly, it was the same as signing her own death warrant. She was never interested in gaining attention, especially if it involved something negative. Especially in this world where if you are noticed and are not strong enough, death would come swiftly and not so kindly. This…this is wrong!”But as much as Jhula wanted to voice this out, it was a dangerous thing to say. Not something that needed to be cleansed like a disease. And after last night, her opinion on the subject was solidified even further. While she wasn’t sure about The One Who Waits, it sickened her at how her brethren were treating Lambert and his people. She hid her frown as she heard this vulgar chatter. It was mostly about Lambert’s capture and how once he was dead, the world would be safe from The One Who Waits forever. But she promised to try and she was never one to break promises.Passing other followers enabled Jhula to hear the latest gossip. They may have raised her, but there wasn’t any certainty that they would let her do as she pleased just by asking.
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She needed to figure out how to appeal to them, try and manipulate the situation before they could catch on. The challenge was for her to get permission from Shamura themselves to make regular visits to the imprisoned lamb per his last wish. “So much for telling off Silent Hill for the night.”It was a bitter thought, but it did give her the time needed to make a convincing statement as she wrote up her report. While the previous night’s nightmare only took place in the fog-covered streets during the daytime (a relatively safer scenario), her anxieties over what she had to do the next day kept her from sleeping much. But she did promise the lamb that she was going to try and get back to him. After applying the medicine on Lambert the previous night, she heard the guards coming back and was forced to end their conversation before they could continue.
Chapter 2 The Request, Jhula could hear the sound of her heartbeat as she walked down the corridor.
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