It was mid afternoon when I popped back into existence in the Weaver's temple, scaring the hell out of a poor intitate.
"Sorry, Veth." I said. "Didn't think anyone was going to be in here."
"No..no problem Favoured." She told me. She was actively not looking at me.
I looked down and sighed.
I wasn't wearing a shirt.
I heard the goddess laughing in my head.
Ilargia floated beside me.
"Sorry, again Veth." I popped past her, into the instruction hall.
I headed to my rooms, ignoring the looks that I was getting.
It wasn't the fact that I was shirtless that was the problem.
It was the bruises, and claw marks, and bites, that probably freaked them out.
I felt my ears heat up, and I picked up the pace to my bedroom.
I found a shirt, the long white cotton shirt that the Weaver gave me the year before, and put it on.
Now, adequately clothed, I made my way to the Tumen's office, where I was the last person he expected to open his door.
