07-10-2014, 12:43 PM
Giordano took the picture and the bag and hunted for the girl who survived. It was a puzzle to be solved, a family matter to be taken care of. One that he probably should have dealt with better. The girl was probably harmless. She was only quarter Sentient, sure that was enough to mark her safe for the Atharim to let live.
Giordano's father, adoptive father anyway, had always told Giordano that he was one of the most powerful Sentient he'd ever met. So maybe it wasn't about the genetics, but the talent of it. But why let the child live? It was more the mystery than the girl herself.
Aria Piccolo, a variation on little wind, or even little song if you decided. The girl must have been named like her mother, Autumn moon. Such a weird tradition. But they were Atharim, and they were a weird cult if Giordano had ever seen one.
Giordano really had no idea where to look for the girl. Alessandra could have probably done the leg work and gotten an address through her CCDP connections. But the less Alessandra knew the better. She had only been a girl when the Atharim came the first time, and the second he couldn't bare to think on. They had lost Christina that night. They were after him, and he'd been trying to be so careful. Even Erica had been surprised.
The only place in Moscow that might drawn an Atharim was the Enlightened District. All those old musty smelling book shops, surely anything old was a draw. Their cult thrived on old traditions. Giordano went there first. Maybe he'd luck out. Maybe he'd find something more. Only way to know would be to go hunting. He wondered if this was how Autunna Luna had first felt when they'd met.
Giordano's father, adoptive father anyway, had always told Giordano that he was one of the most powerful Sentient he'd ever met. So maybe it wasn't about the genetics, but the talent of it. But why let the child live? It was more the mystery than the girl herself.
Aria Piccolo, a variation on little wind, or even little song if you decided. The girl must have been named like her mother, Autumn moon. Such a weird tradition. But they were Atharim, and they were a weird cult if Giordano had ever seen one.
Giordano really had no idea where to look for the girl. Alessandra could have probably done the leg work and gotten an address through her CCDP connections. But the less Alessandra knew the better. She had only been a girl when the Atharim came the first time, and the second he couldn't bare to think on. They had lost Christina that night. They were after him, and he'd been trying to be so careful. Even Erica had been surprised.
The only place in Moscow that might drawn an Atharim was the Enlightened District. All those old musty smelling book shops, surely anything old was a draw. Their cult thrived on old traditions. Giordano went there first. Maybe he'd luck out. Maybe he'd find something more. Only way to know would be to go hunting. He wondered if this was how Autunna Luna had first felt when they'd met.