The Nettle that Twines the Pieces of his Heart
by Jafndaegur
Piece Five: I'll Be Waiting
The telltale dizziness of dozing took her mind swiftly, the gentle rocking of sleep contrasting the rickety bump-thump-bump of wheels along tracks.
Chise dreamed.
A tall man with light brown hair pulled back, plowed a field. His brow was lined with sweat and the wisps of hair along his temples were damp. After having made a good sized trench in the earth, matched by several others, the man pulled out a booklet from the brown satchel at his hip. He sang.
"Sweet dear plants,
Yield holy food
For bread granted
To the ones I love truely. Mittere panem. Tibi manebit."
a/n: oof, my latin is rusty rust dusty.
i don't own ancient magus' bride