<div align="center">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x370/ChaneeDawn/Edith.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Edith Geir<br/><strong>Scion of:</strong> Freya<br/><strong>Location:</strong> O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone present<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=38025488)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong> Mid-Afternoon</div><hr/><br/>Sitting at the bar, she sipped casually on the tall glass containing a dark beer. Edith didn't ask the name, or the price all she knew was that she needed something to drink...<br/><br/>Last night had been horrible, the building she had tried to sneak into had more security than expected and was nearly caught. Sadly though William had been taken, and Edith knew there would be no chance of rescue or him escaping.<br/><br/>He was a brilliant fighter and excellent strategist. On the stool next to her, Malik poked his head out of her purse the arctic fox looking at her with sad eyes. He had grown used to the Scion of Zeus and already missed the man's humorous presences "don't worry Malik, we will avenge him."<br/><br/>Knowing what Edith said the white fox ducked back into the bag, gnawing on the treats she had left in there for him. Her guide was the only permanent thing by her side, and this gave her comfort knowing Malik would always be there for her.<br/><br/>Sipping again on the beer, she simply stared at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. At the moment she was angry at herself, angry at everything that was going, angry that she had lost a dear friend; angry that it wasn't her that got caught last night. Sighing Edith dropped her head on the bar, resting it on top of her arms as she simply sat there ignoring everything around her for now.<br/><br/>Nothing was going right and the longer things took, the more power the Miclantecuhtli Scion attained. Surely she wasn't the only one that knew of his evil, that their was others like her attempting to fight back against him. But this city was busy and packed, Edith couldn't just go around and ask every person if they were a child of a god or goddess from the olden days.<br/><br/>Hopefully it wouldn't take long until till she could find another person to fight with. Sensing Edith was deep in thought, Malik peeked out again and spied some food on the bar. The Shepard pie she had ordered finally arrived but not as hungry as she originally thought, she asked one of the servers for a extra plate and went about halving the food and placing a decent amount for Malik on the plate. "Eat up, you need your strength just as much as I."