<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194985.msg9488894#msg9488894">Quote from: MistressEvelyn on January 21, 2014, 11:16:41 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Zeya had gone a few miles before she begun to tire. Her arms especially. The weight of the shield and saber steadily grew heavier with each passing minute. She pushed herself though, fighting through the pain of her tired muscles. Tomorrow was going to be hell. Her body was going to scream at her for putting it through such a big feat so suddenly.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Zeya's body would let her know what pain was on the next day but, until then, she had to do as Ogun said and carry on. He was watching her. As he stood there, dressed wrapped in his beautiful green fabric, a figure with a tall hat stood next to Ogun, his face painted like a skull but his skin that of an African man. In one hand, he gripped a skull topped cane. In the other hand, he held a glass of rum. Clenched in his teeth was a lit cigar and he wore a fine suit, not dressed like Ogun was in a single wrap of fabric that covered his lower body and wrapped up around his left shoulder and arm. "I'll be diggin' her grave if you push her too hard." the figure said, watching Zeya as he stood by Ogun. "I know this. But to become a warrior, she must know pain. And death." Ogun replied. "Oh, she gonna know death a little too closely if you don't pay attention." the newcomer said before taking a sip of his rum. "I know what I am doing, Samedi. This is<em>my</em>matter to handle. ". Ah, so this was the Baron himself, the ruler of the cemeteries and patriarch of the Ghede family. The Ghede were known to be foul-mouthed Loa but very wise and honest in their answering and aiding. "Mouthy bastard, ain't you?" Samedi said with a chuckle. Ogun had no time to answer him, Samedi had retreated to the spirit world again and locked the gate so none of the dead could pass into the world of the living without being called. Ogun kept his eyes on Zeya as she pushed herself. She was doing what many warriors did when they first trained. Poor girl did not know that the following day, when she was in too much pain to move, she would be made to run again. She must keep at it. Ogun would bless her with the strength to do so. She would feel the pain but she would have the strength to push on. Ogun would clear all obstacles to allow this to be done.