"What is it like being a Bianci?" Silvan asked in turn, his stormy blue-green eyes revealing his intense curiosity about the matter.
"I've only ever been one," Cielo mused, "I fear I'll not be able to properly describe it."
Silvan's eyes held approval at the other's words, starting for the librarian. He had to account for the book he had chosen.
"It's quiet," Cielo spoke softly, "Existing is the only responsibility required of me, so it is as freeing as it is quiet. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Silvan ignored the dark look the librarian shot him, going through due process. Cielo Bianci was so unequivocal, it was admirable.
His responsibilities were numerous and heavy, being a High Priest had been quiet too, nothing but the soft murmurings of prayer and quietly recited scriptures. It had been quiet and suffocating.
He still felt like he wouldn't want it any other way. If he were given the chance to return to the life he used to have, he wouldn't wait a single breath.
