The Most She Will Do Is Throw Shadows At You

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The Mark's Ranch
Afternoon, Thursday, 23 October

Pausing on the stoop, feet from the door, I take in a deep breath.

I have not seen her since our disagreement. I do not know if I am still her worshiper. I do not know how the death of Ares has affected her.

It is quite possible that she has already left Excolo. I cannot sense her the way that, I suppose, Kaeli sense Lúgh. I have seen him, anyway. At Laurence's church this past Sunday. It was odd to see him there. A god attending the service of another god is strange, especially when the other god is touted as being the Creator, the greatest of all the gods. I have not met many gods that were comfortable knowing that they are not the strongest or most knowledgeable or the eldest.

I inhale deeply again, step forth, and rap my knuckles against the door. The breath escapes in a slow exhale as I await an answer that I do not know will arrive.


[OPEN to Eris]

[CLOSED]