Re: promenade ; elevator
The priest stopped, robes swirling at his feet, and regarded the poor soul before him. He was not surprised. The bells ceased their clanging and the voices quieted, hushed, a whispered prayer of curiosity as the man with the golden eyes looked up. Help. Of course he sought help. All sinners did, the damn seeking to escape their damnation. How fortunate that the man had encountered him and not one of the Devil's servants, who would tempt and lead the way to Hell.
"Of course, my child." His fingers, once clasped, separated, the rosary looped around his wrist. He laid his hands upon the man's shoulders and blessed him, a soundless movement of lips. "Come. Tell me what troubles you," he coaxed, urging him forward.