[Entering feels a lot like time slows down. From the way her hand curls around the door handle to the speed in which she opens it. She is cautious, if only because she is afraid to look inside and see that Alois has changed beyond recognition. Perhaps he has grown out his hair. Perhaps he has taken to the modern culture here and pierced his nose. As she opens the door, she is also afraid that he hasn't changed at all.
He sounds the same, after all, while Hannah hasn't really changed a bit.
She closes the door behind her. She clasps her hands over her apron and she keeps a respectable distance, eyes slightly downcast. Respect or shame, she isn't sure herself. ]
action.
He sounds the same, after all, while Hannah hasn't really changed a bit.
She closes the door behind her. She clasps her hands over her apron and she keeps a respectable distance, eyes slightly downcast. Respect or shame, she isn't sure herself. ]
Master.