He rubbed his hands together thoughtfully and looked down.
The important thing was balance. Different areas of the city would, by necessity and nature, be very different, but the whole, the city itself, would have to be balanced.
He polished the chalice, and set it in place.
The city rose before him in plan before his mind’s eye, a masterpiece in the making. A little more of one humour here, a little less there. Balancing the melancholic and the sanguine, the choleric and the phlegmatic, he found himself regarding a perfect example of municipal alchemical planning.
With all the ingredients to hand, he was ready to set his ritual in motion.
© Kari Fay