Bad Omens and Happy Events

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(April 14th)

Zephaniah

It's Ruth's birthday. I'm taking her out to the local pizza place, which isn't actually local, it's on the other side of Morfon. We agreed to meet in the plaza by the memorial. I start the walk to the bus stop to get the bus to the plaza. The journey doesn't take long, but on the way I listen to the old ladies behind me blabbering on about something.

"Did you know, my son has found an orb?" says the first one nonchalantly.

"What, really? An orb? That's great!" exclaims the second.

"Yes, he gave it to me. See?" I hear a rustling sound as she takes it out her bag.

"Black, what an unusual colour for a soul," the second lady comments.

What?

I turn around in my seat to see the lady peering at the orb with some interest.

"That's Neman!" I murmur.

"Pardon, dearie?" the first lady says.

"Neman. It's a bad omen." the lady holding the orb starts and drops it. I catch it with ease. "May I keep this for a bit? I'll return it." I ask. The first lady just nods. John will be very interested to see this.

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