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Zophiel looked at the scrap in her hand.
First the friggin note outta nowhere. . .her name, an address, materializing at the fingers of the Goddess
Now a map.
A map, of all things.
Two triangles, one within the other, points touching sides.
"You know," she spoke into the silence of the night sky. "You're giving me precious little to bitch about, here. Even less to doubt."
The stars were a cacauphony of silent winking replies.
The pendulum around her neck was unused, for now simply a medal of St. Ignatius on blue silk, no need to narrow things further. The cards had not been touched since. . . months, when she visted the home of the Goddess. It was rare now, that she used them, though talent remained unflagged.
She spoke again.
"So, I suppose now we have a Way. Now, we need a Means and we'll be ready to go. So, seeing as I've run out of doubt and am weary of skepticism, I'm going to use this friggin' belief and ask straight up-- Can we have some funding for this adventure, please? Because I know you're not fond when laws are broken, and debts must be paid. . . so, yeah, funding is sorta essential. . ."
The Man in the moon didn't bat an eye, nor did the Rabbit twitch.
"It's said that the Lord will find a way. So, if it isn't too rude and presumptuous" even though she knew it was, "Ruddy well find the way already!"
She stalked back into her Tower, map in hand, grumbing grumpily the whole way. The watching angels snickered. She'd find something to bitch about in Heaven, no doubt.
First the friggin note outta nowhere. . .her name, an address, materializing at the fingers of the Goddess
Now a map.
A map, of all things.
Two triangles, one within the other, points touching sides.
"You know," she spoke into the silence of the night sky. "You're giving me precious little to bitch about, here. Even less to doubt."
The stars were a cacauphony of silent winking replies.
The pendulum around her neck was unused, for now simply a medal of St. Ignatius on blue silk, no need to narrow things further. The cards had not been touched since. . . months, when she visted the home of the Goddess. It was rare now, that she used them, though talent remained unflagged.
She spoke again.
"So, I suppose now we have a Way. Now, we need a Means and we'll be ready to go. So, seeing as I've run out of doubt and am weary of skepticism, I'm going to use this friggin' belief and ask straight up-- Can we have some funding for this adventure, please? Because I know you're not fond when laws are broken, and debts must be paid. . . so, yeah, funding is sorta essential. . ."
The Man in the moon didn't bat an eye, nor did the Rabbit twitch.
"It's said that the Lord will find a way. So, if it isn't too rude and presumptuous" even though she knew it was, "Ruddy well find the way already!"
She stalked back into her Tower, map in hand, grumbing grumpily the whole way. The watching angels snickered. She'd find something to bitch about in Heaven, no doubt.