We live on front porches and swing life away Nov 3, 2018 18:54:45 GMT
Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2018 18:54:45 GMT
Maybe this was a slightly... unconventional way of teaching a tailer how to be a tailer, but Casimira swore that there was method to her madness. She wasn't going to be teaching fighting today, nor how to be the best scraper in the entire Saints gang (although that was partly because she was certain that she was the best scraper that the gang would ever have to offer and that she could only teach Sekhmet to get close to her level), but rather they had made the trip out for a few days to a place outside of Komorrah, one that Casimira herself was unfamiliar with but reminded her of where she had the misfortune of spending the better part of her childhood and adolescence.
She had to arrange it far in advance to make this work, arranging how the other scrapers were going to keep on doing their jobs without her taking over for them when needed and making sure everyone was in the right place at the right time, and she even had to call on the help of Zhiva, as much as she hated it, but Casimira hoped that this would all work out in the end. She hadn't told Karma quite what the mission was, just that it was important for Sekhmet's development as a tailer that they went out of the city for a few days and that she would scrape double when she got back just for fairness' sake.
This was why they were here: because just over the horizon was farm country, with livestock and barns and great grain silos. There was proof that not every Saint, not even every Saint who had a job that was worth a damn, came from a dirty fighting ring in the city itself.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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