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It had been a busy afternoon at the clinic for Serrif. He had spent most of the morning until now helping patients as they entered the clinic and laid down in the beds. The afternoon shift couldn’t come at a better time to relieve him of the burden. He had been working to the bone trying to get as many people taken care of as he possibly could. He dealt with all kinds of situations all day from simple cuts to Konti women who were giving birth. He much preferred the first to the latter; but one couldn’t pick and choose who walked into the clinics…that wasn’t the point. He offered help however he could to whomever entered the clinic no matter what their situation was. It was days like this that he was glad he wore black, because it didn’t show blood like white did.
His eyes caught the beauty of the garden up ahead. He usually ate his lunches here. He had caught and grilled some fish only a few hours ago and now he was going to have it for lunch. He had however packed a little much, being that he had three rather large filets of it. But nevertheless he figured he could stomach eating all of it if he wanted to. The garden was beautiful though, especially in fall. The leaves were changing to a whole array of different wonderful colors, from fiery deep almost crimson reds to spectacular shimmering gold. It was something that in freedom he had learned a whole new appreciation for. When he was in the camp he almost didn’t realize the colors change, and he certainly didn’t appreciate them any. They were really more of a warning than anything else, that the nights were going to get bitter cold and that snow was coming to torture them further. That the heat from their bodies would be wicked away into the night and replaced with bone chilling cold.
But here on the isle temperatures seemed to be much more moderate. Even the coldest nights he had experienced here were nothing compared to what he remembered in the camps. It was pretty warm and inviting here no matter the season. When he first stepped foot nearly a year ago here during winter he was surprised by how temperate the climate was…or maybe that was because he was actually allowed to wear clothing here, and have an actual roof over his head even if it was just a tent.
His feet carried him closer toward one of the adjacent gardens of the Opal Temple. There weren’t many Konti that enjoyed the gardens at this time during the day. This allowed him to usually enjoy them in peace without being interrupted by anyone. However, today things were different. He saw another individual among the benches of the garden. It wasn’t Konti and from this distance he knew it was a woman, and she wasn’t Konti.
His eyes caught the beauty of the garden up ahead. He usually ate his lunches here. He had caught and grilled some fish only a few hours ago and now he was going to have it for lunch. He had however packed a little much, being that he had three rather large filets of it. But nevertheless he figured he could stomach eating all of it if he wanted to. The garden was beautiful though, especially in fall. The leaves were changing to a whole array of different wonderful colors, from fiery deep almost crimson reds to spectacular shimmering gold. It was something that in freedom he had learned a whole new appreciation for. When he was in the camp he almost didn’t realize the colors change, and he certainly didn’t appreciate them any. They were really more of a warning than anything else, that the nights were going to get bitter cold and that snow was coming to torture them further. That the heat from their bodies would be wicked away into the night and replaced with bone chilling cold.
But here on the isle temperatures seemed to be much more moderate. Even the coldest nights he had experienced here were nothing compared to what he remembered in the camps. It was pretty warm and inviting here no matter the season. When he first stepped foot nearly a year ago here during winter he was surprised by how temperate the climate was…or maybe that was because he was actually allowed to wear clothing here, and have an actual roof over his head even if it was just a tent.
His feet carried him closer toward one of the adjacent gardens of the Opal Temple. There weren’t many Konti that enjoyed the gardens at this time during the day. This allowed him to usually enjoy them in peace without being interrupted by anyone. However, today things were different. He saw another individual among the benches of the garden. It wasn’t Konti and from this distance he knew it was a woman, and she wasn’t Konti.
