[Flashback]Learning From One Another. (Stitch)

[Abelach]

Having visited The Stone Garden and paid her silent respects to those who had given their lives for the greater good, Abelach made her way back to her hired quarters in The Golden Dragon. Her solemn mood was clear to all that laid eyes on her. Although she was usually a friendly, passionate and cheerful person, she could not stop thinking about all those lives lost and their humble, symbolic resting place.

With her head lowered and her gaze focused on the area in front of her feet she made her way through the crowdy streets. Wishing she could do something more than just pay her respects for those souls. She made a promise to them that she would pray for their happyness in the afterlife this very night. Continueing to walk in a depressed and weary mood she nearly missed the enchanting wishing-well, decorated with flowers. The well contrasted with the surrounding pavement and houses as the stones with which it was made were of an origin that she could not place. She had heard that it was a wishing well from locals and that it was told that a female ghost of unparalled beauty sometimes revealed herself.

She could feel a feint presence from the beyond somewhere in the vicinity of the well but it was too feint to be a ghost. Perhaps she is a skilled ghost able to blink herself from a large distance away to here and the sensation are merely traces of her last visit, she thought to herself as she approached the well with curiosity.

She couldn't help but feel less depressed as she came closer to the well. In a way she wanted to keep feeling depressed but she came to the conclusion that there was no point in feeling down over the lost souls. It would not bring them back nor bring them happyness. Before she realized it she had already reached the well and stood next to a person, staring at the glistering coin-filled water.

She smiled and hoped that many people have met their wishes here.
Without looking up she asked the person next to her:

" Do you believe? " Meaning if the person believed in the well’s powers.

Without waiting for an answer though, Abelach threw a handful of silver Miza in the well. Wishing that some day, the world would change for the better. That sorrow, pain and anger would be things of the past. Long lost memories and myths in a world that would be peaceful and filled with people pure of heart and soul. A naïve wish, but still she wished for it from the bottom of her heart.

[Stitch]

At first, silence would be the only thing that responded. The man beside of her had his back turned, and wasn't yet participating in the ritual that most went through when they came to the well. Instead, his head was bowed, and if she managed to listen closely, she would hear soft words of prayer coming from him. It was something of an odd thing to see out in public. Not many people worshipped the Gods so openly, or at least not in this way. Sure, people went to the temples, and people prayed in the comfort of their homes... But a man taking the time to pray in the middle of the day? And out loud beside of a complete stranger, no less? It might be a bit odd. He wasn't even praying to the Ghost that resided in the well. No, he was praying to Priskil. If she continued listening, she would notice that he actually gave a quick prayer for her, too. As long as she didn't interrupt him further, he would soon finish, and slowly turn. A smile blossomed on his face, and a single thumb flicked a golden Miza high into the air. It spun several times before splashing into the well, signalling that he had made his own wish. He turned his head slightly, angling his face to meet hers, and directed that beaming smile upon her. "Yes, milady. This one believes. This one can't help but believe that such a generous soul exists. Some say that the gift the well grants may be a curse.. But this one has only heard of it doing good things. Healing the sick, helping the poor, feeding the hungry. That is what this one believes." The man that faced her was tall, with a fit body and dark black hair. All of his features were fairly average, but that smile... His smile was gorgeous. It was full of happiness and hope, brimming over with joy and love. It was odd how much emotion one could gather from that simple smile that dominated his features, and it was even stranger how much of that emotion was directed at her. He had just met her, yet that smile he was sharing... It was oddly intimate. Like she was a close friend who he hadn't seen in years. He held out his hand, offering her a firm handshake. "This one is known as Stitch, milady. And you are...?" After getting past the smile, the next thing most would notice was his eyes. He was blind. White bandages were wrapped tightly around his head, covering his eyes from sight. They were medical bandages, signaling that whatever was beneath them was most likely damaged. There were a few other blind men in the streets of Syliras, and they all wore the same bandages. Yet, those men weren't like this one. They weren't full of life and love. They weren't acting like they could actually still see.