Time for a Break (open)

[Tehodis Kitai]

At a small cafe in Xopuur...

Artavia was a strange place.

There were all of these strange technologies that seemed utterly useless in the light of magic. Strange fashion that had women out of classic pants and dresses and instead in something they called jeans. Lights that weren’t made by fire, magic or even animals. The air was staler. The people seemed less respectful. Less worried that they might be punished by their deity if they did wrong. It felt almost sacrilegious to Tehodis here. It was an enlightening experience, one that had her reconsider her own values. It made her think of what she had done, and how wrong it was by Mynie’s laws. It made her think of what she was doing and how it was so much more... modern than anything she’d done before.

Even now. She was sitting in a small cafe with electrilicity (or whatever it was they called it) and drinking coffee. She had never had coffee before. She had always thought of it as a man’s drink. It was the same feeling as that she used to have towards work. Men worked and drank coffee, women socialized and drank tea. Now here she was drinking a coffee (given with numerable creams and sugars) and doing work. Papers littered her table and books filled the bag she had brought with her. She wore sensible shoes as opposed to cute heels, a smart skirt with an even smarter blouse. Her hair was back in a bun, it was loose but it still remained a bun. She felt so modern, so chic.

She thought briefly on her last run in with Markus Woodrow. Her confrontation with him that had her accepting the transfer to the new headquarters in Artavia. The anger she had felt to being used. To only being hired for being someone he wanted to... She would prove him wrong. She’d prove both him and Kiku wrong. That was something she knew for sure. They thought she only got the job because Woodrow wanted her? Well she was going to work doubly as hard to crack the case he had given her and change the world.

But first the coffee and strudel that was placed in front of her as she pretended to mull over confusing documents. Coffee wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but it looked cool and modern to drink it. The strudel was good though. Strawberry

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