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3rd Ashan, 718
Sometimes, Faith didn't quite believe how things had come to be where they were. A slave from birth, she had only recently stopped waking up at night having to wake Padraig and check that it was real, that it was all true. Or, more precisely, she hadn't done it for a while. Whether it would ever stop, Faith didn't know but she did know that the vast majority of her time was spent happy, healthy and not worrying about things. Alexander, the necromancer who had been plaguing her for however long it was, was finally dead. Before that Aelig had tortured them with an illusionary pregnancy but now, here she was with beautiful twin infants, a husband who adored her as she did him and she felt that what she was doing was really making a difference to the world. A small one, so far, as far as Faith was concerned, but still each step on the road was a step in the right direction.
So, on this particular trial she was going to look at opening a soup kitchen.
Housing for another ten people, twenty if they could. They could do that, then buy a larger house which was where the kitchen itself lived. That, in total, would be affordable. Then, the remainder of the money could go to land, with an additional 3 acres. That would be enough for what she needed, so Faith made her way to the real estate office.
"Are you sure it's good to expand so much, so quickly?" Alissa asked and Faith glanced at her and smiled."What would you suggest we do?" There was no accusation to Faith's tone, just a question being asked. Alissa considered and then answered. "I would keep the money, make sure that you have sufficient to cover any eventuality and focus on helping those you are helping." Faith nodded and tried to think about how to explain it. "But then, there will be twenty people in poverty that I could help. Could have helped. And as much as we're doing good, until every person who falls asleep does so with food and warmth and safety, I can't rest." She couldn't. It was something which drove her and Faith knew that there were a number of people who wished that she would, that she could.
But for her, there was no choice.
Faith had been born a slave, after all, and she had been chosen to be sold into slavery over her twin because she had been the one on the left. From that moment, her fate had been decided, determined and she had believed it. That was what drove her, that she had believed without question that she was where she was supposed to be. Her acceptance of her role, her argument that she was a thing, not a person - likening herself to a teapot to the man who loved her, all of those things which she saw, now. There were people out there like her, and maybe there were people out there like him too. That was what drove her.
So, she smiled at Alissa and shrugged. "I can't rest. Miles to go." With a smile, Faith shrugged and carried on their way to the offices where they could buy the buildings needed for the next stage.
So, on this particular trial she was going to look at opening a soup kitchen.
Housing for another ten people, twenty if they could. They could do that, then buy a larger house which was where the kitchen itself lived. That, in total, would be affordable. Then, the remainder of the money could go to land, with an additional 3 acres. That would be enough for what she needed, so Faith made her way to the real estate office.
"Are you sure it's good to expand so much, so quickly?" Alissa asked and Faith glanced at her and smiled."What would you suggest we do?" There was no accusation to Faith's tone, just a question being asked. Alissa considered and then answered. "I would keep the money, make sure that you have sufficient to cover any eventuality and focus on helping those you are helping." Faith nodded and tried to think about how to explain it. "But then, there will be twenty people in poverty that I could help. Could have helped. And as much as we're doing good, until every person who falls asleep does so with food and warmth and safety, I can't rest." She couldn't. It was something which drove her and Faith knew that there were a number of people who wished that she would, that she could.
But for her, there was no choice.
Faith had been born a slave, after all, and she had been chosen to be sold into slavery over her twin because she had been the one on the left. From that moment, her fate had been decided, determined and she had believed it. That was what drove her, that she had believed without question that she was where she was supposed to be. Her acceptance of her role, her argument that she was a thing, not a person - likening herself to a teapot to the man who loved her, all of those things which she saw, now. There were people out there like her, and maybe there were people out there like him too. That was what drove her.
So, she smiled at Alissa and shrugged. "I can't rest. Miles to go." With a smile, Faith shrugged and carried on their way to the offices where they could buy the buildings needed for the next stage.