49th of Summer, 513 AV.
Gods, why does Laviku have to be so demanding? This was the one thought that ran through Zakar's head, over and over again. He sat on a bench he had found outside of Atri's place, watching the morning pass him by. This was starting to feel ridiculous. He had convinced himself to not leave this bench until he had a solid idea of what he might sacrifice to Laviku. But now, when it felt like he had spent at least an hour here, he considered simply conjuring something of no value to him and passing it off as important. Of course, he would never make light of a God like that. Plus, he couldn't just leave for he had planned to meet a woman here.
Levissa... he had reluctantly accepted that they meet after the party had ended. Apparently, she too had trouble devising a possible sacrifice. He did not want to be entirely judgmental of a magic user and at least give her a chance, before deciding to give her the cold shoulder. He was finding this harder and harder to do as the time ticked by. Yesterday night already, his dreams had been plagued by the witch Malak who destroyed his family and caused his voluntary exile from Yahebah. With rising paranoia, he wondered whether or not this Levissa character might not bring him the same amount of misfortune, and just because he decided to give her a chance.
Still, he waited, impatiently. More often than not, his mind was preoccupied more with her than about the actual matter at hand, which was deciding what he would sacrifice. He needed to get this out of the way quickly too, for his afternoon required his attention to load his belongings onto the departing ship.
Gods, why does Laviku have to be so demanding? This was the one thought that ran through Zakar's head, over and over again. He sat on a bench he had found outside of Atri's place, watching the morning pass him by. This was starting to feel ridiculous. He had convinced himself to not leave this bench until he had a solid idea of what he might sacrifice to Laviku. But now, when it felt like he had spent at least an hour here, he considered simply conjuring something of no value to him and passing it off as important. Of course, he would never make light of a God like that. Plus, he couldn't just leave for he had planned to meet a woman here.
Levissa... he had reluctantly accepted that they meet after the party had ended. Apparently, she too had trouble devising a possible sacrifice. He did not want to be entirely judgmental of a magic user and at least give her a chance, before deciding to give her the cold shoulder. He was finding this harder and harder to do as the time ticked by. Yesterday night already, his dreams had been plagued by the witch Malak who destroyed his family and caused his voluntary exile from Yahebah. With rising paranoia, he wondered whether or not this Levissa character might not bring him the same amount of misfortune, and just because he decided to give her a chance.
Still, he waited, impatiently. More often than not, his mind was preoccupied more with her than about the actual matter at hand, which was deciding what he would sacrifice. He needed to get this out of the way quickly too, for his afternoon required his attention to load his belongings onto the departing ship.
