The Mouth of Ar
Sunday, February 3, 2008
10:29 PM

After Mika's run in with the self professed prophet, we had stopped by the Diamond Back so I could check in on the state of the house. I picked up a bit of mail that had been waiting there. Among the missives was an announcement that Catastrophe Sekar had her son. I had wanted to stay at the Diamond Back for the night, given the fact we were now targets, returning to the Savant Estate was not high on my list of places to sleep. He protested, as he often tends to, and we ended up making the long walk back. The sky was looking ominous, I should have taken it as an omen.
We reached the Great Square and ran into Tia, nearly literally. Unfortunately she came in on the tail end of a rather awkward comment. By the look on her face and her subtle remarks, my guess is she believes I am with child. Then to make matters even more pleasant, the sky suddenly opened up and the storm rained down. Thunder, lightening, and a cold rain that sent the three of us for the inside of the cafe for shelter and some dinner.
All seemed civil enough. I sipped tea and watched the water run down the window panes while Tia and Mika discussed the bill owed to her from the Masquerade party. It was quite a feast, the left overs were donated, since they couldn't obviously be kept before they'd spoil. I saw little point in letting the food go to waste. So for a day, the poor of the city ate well. Mika invited Tia to dinner, in hopes of encouraging her relationship with Shane, which seems to be budding into something promising. I have no problem with the match, to the contrary, my stomach would profit from the union.
I don't know when it all went downhill, but there began the talk of politics. One thing led to another between the Baker and the Savant heir, and it ended with Tia storming off. Mika I don't think understands her, but I do. "It is difficult to be a woman of this city," I had informed him, "If she were a man she would be Ubar, but she is only a woman, and a baker."
Tia is not the sort of woman that enjoys her helplessness. She loathes even more when those that have the power to make a change, balk. The rain storm broke, and aside from a few sprinkles here and there, it was safe to venture home. We were not met by flames, nor the torches of a lynch mob, for that I am thankful. It had been a long day.
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