It was a silent day. The news did not take the city by storm, but settled over it like a quiet and cold snow. Bad news tended to do that. It would lay on people and wear away at them. Especially for those that had a deeper connection with that bad news.
Alice had not taken it as poorly as others expected her to. She was standing taller than usual as she met others. Especially her friends around the cathedral.
However, she was also very proud that her father had been the way that he was. The kind high priest who was always there for everyone. Regardless of his own situation. Guiding the hands that needed education. Speaking out when something was wrong. Opening his arms to those that needed a smile.
