-Ares?- Medea sent the thought racing out, like an arrow, -Ares! Burn your Dice and your Game, pay attention!-
There was a thunder strike in the otherwise clear evening sky.
-Don’t rattle the heavens with Zeus’ thunder, Ares, this is important!-
The amulet hummed against her throat for a moment.
-Oh fine, spoil my fun, witch, what was it you wanted?-
-It’s about Bast. The Dreamer child says the Cat-Goddess is not in her corporeal shape.-
There was a moment of silence, followed by another stream of curses. The amulet grew warm and then burned softly, Medea hissed for Ares to tone it down.
-Can you verify what the Dreamer child said?-
-She’s the Dreamer, not I,- Medea muttered darkly.
Another thunder clap.
-Ares, I – -
-Yes, I know, enough with the thunder. This really pisses me off. To say the least. If she’s not there, then she’s there, which means the Prince has another Dreamer. This is precisely what I wanted to avoid!- Ares growled.
Medea blew out a swirl of smoke, using a finger to manipulate its shape, working it into the shape of a throne.
-Do you think we should contact the Arcs? This is more their department than it is ours, I don’t want to have them asking questions later,- she asked.
-Leave them for the moment, the Arcs are scattered miserably since the Prince slew the Messiah’s last Incarnate,- Ares replied sourly, -I’ve sent the other two to your address already. They should be there in a day or two.-
-And if the Prince comes looking?-
-Do you honestly believe that he is going to leave his fortress while he’s got another caged Goddess? Come now, Medea, stay with the youngling and please try to remember your maternal instinct a little, eh?-
The connection ended.
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