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fh_trips2011-07-03 10:32 am
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Atlantis, Sunday
Two days ago, the thunderstorms had moved in. They still had not gone. Now, two priests stood outside the Temple of Ariadne, frowning up at the skies. "I told you," said one of them, in a dialect of Greek so ancient most people wouldn't even have been able to decipher it. "Those lights in the sky, they were an omen! The Gods are unhappy with us."
"No," said the other. "It is merely bad weather. It will go. With time."
"The snakes say otherwise," said the first priest. "Let us prepare regardless."
"I still think it's a waste of time."
"Hmph."
Water flowed down the streets of Atlantis, down towards the sea. The bull-leapers were absent from the streets, though the constant downpour hadn't stopped the merchants. Even in the midst of bad weather and worse omens, Atlantis thrived, and her doors were open.
"No," said the other. "It is merely bad weather. It will go. With time."
"The snakes say otherwise," said the first priest. "Let us prepare regardless."
"I still think it's a waste of time."
"Hmph."
Water flowed down the streets of Atlantis, down towards the sea. The bull-leapers were absent from the streets, though the constant downpour hadn't stopped the merchants. Even in the midst of bad weather and worse omens, Atlantis thrived, and her doors were open.