<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Kometa (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1i5ScXRDKqEYDJM_NuzHxDkxX8Slte-FJmvfGZZO8pEU/edit?usp=sharing)</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Late morning in New Illium - the mail carriers had already been given their daily burdens and sent on their way, leaving the postal offices rather peaceful for the time being. A worker carefully sorted the small pile of letters that had come in too late to be sent out with the morning mail, humming to himself.<br/><br/>It would have been nice if there were a thrumming in the air or a light or a sort of tension or<em>anything</em>, really, to herald Kometa's arrival, but there wasn't. One moment peaceful solitude, just the postman and his work, the next moment space was twisted and wrong for a fraction of a second as the young Chosen teleported into the room. She was greeted with a cry of shock and a flurry of paper raining down as the poor young man at the sorting desk nearly jumped out of his skin.<br/><br/>"<em>Istenem</em>!" The girl gasped, scrambling to help retrieve the fallen letters. "I am<em>so</em>sorry! I was aiming for the alley outside, I know that startles people...You're Iason, yes?"<br/><br/>She flashed him a sheepish grin as she handed him the letters she'd gathered up; she was young and new to both her power and Thera itself, her demeanor far less dignified than what your average citizen might expect from one of the mighty Chosen. There was an endearing sort of charm about her even when she wasn't actively channeling divine might, though. She might have been Kometa, Messenger of the Chosen, probable daughter of Hermes, to most of Thera but deep down she couldn't help but think of herself as Róza Bárány. Less than a year ago she'd been a simple farm girl, daydreaming about the adventures of people she now rubbed elbows with as she sat out watching the sheep. It was hard to believe this wasn't all inside her head.<br/><br/><br/>"Anywaaaaay..." she said, a lilting quality entering her heavily-accented voice, "I have come to check for work. Work for me, I mean, work that requires my particular skills. Has anyone left word? None in Ur or Heliopolis or back home, I am restless, please say yes!"