#threads: redolent of darker images

[mourningcomess]

Pearl Sholes was different from what Ishtar expected. Well, it made a lot of sense under this whole duty and justice thing, the more she thought about it. But being inside the community reminded her more and more of home and invited uncomfortable thoughts. Was it not also the Empire and House Friege that also profited from similar means? Ishtar was no saint, but she could tell these types of things were wrong. She had participated in and condoned a system that enabled so many wrongs. The Empire had profited off of the backs of the people, off of its children, and its oppressed. This she knew. And never did she raise a hand. 

But neither could she merely mope around and think about how many wrongs she had wrought. For now, the princess would merely investigate. Sleuthing around and talking up chatty nobles wasn't exactly difficult for her. Ishtar was used to playing the part. Going undercover in Pearl Sholes was not her first choice, but surely it'd be over in a heartbeat.

It's when she's relaxing at a cafe along the main street, beverage in hand, that she sees another student from the monastery. Ishtar does not know many students yet, but she's seen this one here and there. The flowing locks are kind of a dead giveaway. The mage pauses to consider teaming up; as much as she thought she would be good at this, her investigation is going nowhere. 

Well, whatever. Ishtar gets up and sits down next to the student. If he screams, then she'll leave. Her tone is absent, casual. "You're from the monastery, right?" Ishtar asks. "I... am, too." It feels wrong to admit that, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Anyways.....how is your work going here?"

@moriddyn

redolent of darker images

+1 faith / pearlescent