[The wonder is not something she can judge. The first time she had looked at her own reflection in the canal her glamor had simply shattered, unable to handle the horror she felt at seeing herself in the shape of the race that had ruined her entire life... even if she'd spent most of it pretending that it wasn't so. She can stomach it now, but-
... Good. He doesn't seem to be insistent on a particular route, which would only make her suspicious. After a moment, shifting her innocent looking bundle of sticks on her back to disguise her large bow... She accepts the lead.
And at first, she leads in silence. It is across town, and she doesn't take the usual pathways. She doubles back, goes the wrong direction, all tricks to throw off any potential followers, not knowing if there might be other aions in glamor she cannot identify... but once she's sure...]
... What kind of god is this Abadar of yours, anyway?
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... Good. He doesn't seem to be insistent on a particular route, which would only make her suspicious. After a moment, shifting her innocent looking bundle of sticks on her back to disguise her large bow... She accepts the lead.
And at first, she leads in silence. It is across town, and she doesn't take the usual pathways. She doubles back, goes the wrong direction, all tricks to throw off any potential followers, not knowing if there might be other aions in glamor she cannot identify... but once she's sure...]
... What kind of god is this Abadar of yours, anyway?
[It comes out of nowhere.]