Home was not where the heart was -- not if you didn't have one anyway. Zephyr had lost most things she knew already and the job was the only thing left except her promises to Christof. There was only 2 years left on that request -- two long years of having to socialize.
It was easier when the Bacaratt Mansion still stood. But it was gone, the gods had returned to the public eye. The Ascendancy the fiercest god of them all and he was calling more and more to him. The Rods of Dominion were not well known but they had come when displays of power had been shown. They were taking on the jobs of the Atharim and Zef had much resentment towards. She was angry that the Ascendancy had outted their kind -- he'd been one of them. A god but still one of them.
More and more followed suit -- a man ran a dojo that taught the arts of mystisssm and intrigue. He was giving away all their secrets -- for profit. There was nothing more traitorous than that.
Zef strolled through the market. Home was not far from it. She held a happy smile on her lips though she seethed inside. Blending in was the game. She wore what every Moscovian did -- the latest fashion on the street. Not from the high and mighty, she was one of the people. She blended in better there.
A scruffy dog followed another woman, begging at her heels for the food she'd purchased from a cart. A piece fell from the wrapper and Zef smirked as the dog lapped it up -- another warm heart in cold wrappings. Zef knelt down next to the dog when it was finished scarfing down the food. "Would you like a hamburger?" She said in a sweet voice as she ran her fingers through the filthy hair. Dogs unlike people didn't judge you. If you were a good person they knew, and this dog was happy to have some love. Zef knew that feeling well.
It was easier when the Bacaratt Mansion still stood. But it was gone, the gods had returned to the public eye. The Ascendancy the fiercest god of them all and he was calling more and more to him. The Rods of Dominion were not well known but they had come when displays of power had been shown. They were taking on the jobs of the Atharim and Zef had much resentment towards. She was angry that the Ascendancy had outted their kind -- he'd been one of them. A god but still one of them.
More and more followed suit -- a man ran a dojo that taught the arts of mystisssm and intrigue. He was giving away all their secrets -- for profit. There was nothing more traitorous than that.
Zef strolled through the market. Home was not far from it. She held a happy smile on her lips though she seethed inside. Blending in was the game. She wore what every Moscovian did -- the latest fashion on the street. Not from the high and mighty, she was one of the people. She blended in better there.
A scruffy dog followed another woman, begging at her heels for the food she'd purchased from a cart. A piece fell from the wrapper and Zef smirked as the dog lapped it up -- another warm heart in cold wrappings. Zef knelt down next to the dog when it was finished scarfing down the food. "Would you like a hamburger?" She said in a sweet voice as she ran her fingers through the filthy hair. Dogs unlike people didn't judge you. If you were a good person they knew, and this dog was happy to have some love. Zef knew that feeling well.