By. Nina Z.

"Claude."

"Sir?"

"Do you know what is so beautiful about the night, Claude?" a pause, " I take it by your silence that you haven't the faintest clue. Look up, boy! Look at the stars, how they shimmer!"

Like a petulant child, Frollo begrudgingly glanced upwards, only to be struck dumb by the brilliance of the nighttime gems.

"Yes, you see how they watch over you."

"...God."

"No. Simply they."

Frollo's brow scrunched in confusion, but let it pass, dismissing the comment quickly and turning back to his studies.

"You study much too hard and play much too less."

Frollo mumbled, "You talk far too hard and think not at all.."

"What was that Claude?"

"Nothing, sir."

"Hm."

The stars winked.

© Nina Z. 2005. All rights reserved.