Can’t believe she’s actually posted this.
You had it easy. She wanted to do the other one.
The Goddess turned from her contemplations and ran to her crystal pool. Peering over the edge, she waved her hand over it and watched as her frightened reflection turned opaque. A heartbeat later, the water cleared and showed her a young disheveled young man talking to a younger woman. She chose not to hear what they were saying, but instead waved her hand over the image again. Once more the water turned opaque and then cleared to show a would-be assassin falling on her back. As the female guards came to take the girl away, she realized where this took place.
She did not hear the Acolyte come in.
Touching her finger to the young woman, she watched her as she was escorted away. The female guards handled the young woman with almost grudging respect. They were, rightfully so, she thought, respectful of any female who managed to get into the night club without being detected for what she was. As they walked into the kitchen, away from the crowd into a restricted area, the Goddess caught glimpses of men serving the patrons. This was a Huntress Home, alright. They were the only ones who would employ the men as waiters and the women as bouncers. It was typical of the matriarch tendencies of the Alin’sa and their people.
The Acolyte put the tray down on the table hard, but the Goddess did not deign to hear her.
They were almost gentle with the young woman as they left her in the small dungeon under the club. Leaving one guard to stand watch over her, the other women left her alone, and the Goddess knew that they were returning to their duties. Satisfied, she waved her hand twice over the image and laid back, thinking.
The Acolyte walked over to the Goddess, her eyes strangely intent on the back of the Goddess.
The Goddess thought back over the images she had just witnessed. It seemed that the Alin’sa were still capable of anything being thrown at them, but the assassin was another matter entirely. She had not seen the girl in any of her visions, which meant that she must have been sent by the Destroyer. Only after the young woman had flipped the girl did the Goddess see her face and form.
The Acolyte cleared her throat, trying to catch the Goddess’ attention.
“The Daughters of Celeste are still capable, and it looks like the Triplicate remains unharmed. The time grows nearer for the Confrontation though. What then, children?