Timkat
It's Timkat, and discouraging in spades that no celebration can be made, here in this apparently foreign country where there's no one he knows except Athena and the Impostor. There's no feast, no baptism, and neither Turunesh nor Ras Meder nor Candake.
Telemakos is sitting in one of the big parlour rooms, with Athena doubtless nearby, drawing pictures of animals on scraps of paper. There's little else do to, and at least the weak winter sun coming through the windows is warm enough to be somewhat comforting.
Telemakos is sitting in one of the big parlour rooms, with Athena doubtless nearby, drawing pictures of animals on scraps of paper. There's little else do to, and at least the weak winter sun coming through the windows is warm enough to be somewhat comforting.