Walking in the square, my silken hood sheilding my eyes from the midday sun, I smiled and shook my head as I passed an Evangelist on his proverbial soapbox, preaching to the usual bigoted rabble.
"- and these abominations have convinced our government that they are the saviors of this planet- that they alone channel the power of Spirit needed to heal the planet of our destruction. So the planet ignores the will of God and filth like that one walk about like they own the place!"
I halted in my tracks, unable to resist the temptation. "Maybe that's because I do."
I turned and let the hood fall from my red-gold hair, midnight-blue eyes flashing in satisfaction as I saw the Evangelist's face turn white. The emblem on my brooch matched the emblem on several buildings surrounding the square- a cat's eye set inside the loop of an ankh, itself set inside a pentacle- the whole crest set in silver upon black onyx, the cat's eye a bright red garnet. It was obvious he realized his blunder when his chest began to heave nervously.
As Kiernan Maeloryn Bladewalker of the Celtasia Coven [or Coven Grey as we were also known], I had stock in several of the companies in Harkstyn Square, yet I never flaunted the matter. Actually, I have found the lack of my interest in hob-nobbing with the general public has an interesting affect on my reputation- which is currently as dangerous when crossed and generous to those who respect me.
They're partially right. And though I wasn't going to drain the Evangelist of his chi and leave him a vegetable like so many of the onlookers thought I'd do, the thought did cross my mind. Nope, the look on their faces and the knowledge the he had just shit himself was satisfaction enough. I just nodded graciously, turned on my heel and stode off to the tavern.
"Blessed Be to you all, my Children."
