The busy marketplace found Theo up to his usual tricks, grabbing a snack here, a trinket there, all under the principle of the five-finger discount -- even if often it was his telekinesis, not his fingers, that did the actual grabbing. When Wessex spoke up, he stopped scanning for targets long enough to pay attention.
Theo had never been much for gods, New or Old, and he doubted anything Wessex could say would make him defend the Voice. But she'd asked for the curious, and that he was. He didn't usually draw attention to himself, for fear that someone would recognize that guy who definitely promised them a boat or whatever. But he did wind his way through the crowd towards Wessex -- and Nate, whom he recognized quite well -- picking a spot from which to listen and watch.
Theo had never been much for gods, New or Old, and he doubted anything Wessex could say would make him defend the Voice. But she'd asked for the curious, and that he was. He didn't usually draw attention to himself, for fear that someone would recognize that guy who definitely promised them a boat or whatever. But he did wind his way through the crowd towards Wessex -- and Nate, whom he recognized quite well -- picking a spot from which to listen and watch.
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
