Fiction and Foolishness

  The Redeemer has come. The road from the harbor to the Throne of Ascension was carpeted with flowers - white orchids for the purity of the return, lilies, the flower of the Good Father, pansies, yellow and purple, for the lost children of the age, and roses, of course. The roses didn't symbolize anything in particular, but you just couldn't have this sort of event without them, at least according to the Guild of Florists. The Redeemer has come. The citizenry arrived in throngs from all over the city, from the patricians of Jeweler's Peak to the beggars and lepers of Last Leap. All but the pariahs of the Heretics' Quarter, who sat sullenly at their homes, awaiting the inevitable pogrom that was sure to come when the procession concluded. Such was the way of things. The Redeemer has come. The temples opened their doors to all who wished to give thanks to the gods. Of course, one had to possess enough in the way of gifts to qualify, but that was par for the cours...

 Hey everyone (if there is in fact anyone reading): As you may have noticed, there had been no new posts this last month. The circumstances that led to this are mostly fortunate - I started a new job I rather enjoy and just have a lot less free time to write. I do have a few posts I'm working on which will hopefully be done sooner rather than later, but I don't want to make any promises as to when exactly they'll be up. Thanks for the patience, and I'll see you in the next story.