If one's soul reflects the moon
In all honesty, Zen can think of a dozen places off the top of his head where he'd rather be right now. But a bet is a bet, and the lady from the docks had solidly won it. At least she was kind enough to make sure that Zen had the proper clothes and gear for the event. The boots are still unfamiliar, not as comfortable as his usual. But at least they're the right size.
Adjusting the gloves on his hands for a moment, the Demi-god double checks that he has everything that he needs. Afterwards, Zen settles near the edge of the area, sipping a glass of water as he listens to the others converse. Vesper is a bit of a surprise, but the other Demi-god's presence isn't important enough for Zen to act on.
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Zen arrives and downs some water.
Adjusting the gloves on his hands for a moment, the Demi-god double checks that he has everything that he needs. Afterwards, Zen settles near the edge of the area, sipping a glass of water as he listens to the others converse. Vesper is a bit of a surprise, but the other Demi-god's presence isn't important enough for Zen to act on.
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Zen arrives and downs some water.
Zenith
Half will always be dark
