Earth day

I have pried no more sense from fiction amongst the talkers of the market and the cookhouse, though I managed to get myself soaked with damp going out and about in the pale fog, and half expected to see ghosts lining the streets. It is not healthful to breathe fog too deeply.

There is a disconnect in my heart when I think about Sev, my Sev, who came to duty late and sideways, responsible for armies of men and their fortunes. Certainly he is sensible, which is more than can be said for most politicians and generals, though he has his share of odd ideas.

If I had to name this feeling, it is trust. I trust him to do right, even if I cannot be there to see him and discuss it. Sometimes I forget in the bustle of the day-to-day that I have a husband who is trustworthy. It calms my racing nerves.

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