Jul 8, 2018
*Casually inserts my friends into my story as minor gods*
"And this is Y'sQua," Cinàed said. "She's the god of minor inconveniences."
"Oh." Heather sized up the alien-looking punk in front of her. "I have a few bones to pick with you."
She felt Cinàed's hand drop onto her shoulder and pull her back. "No, Heather."
"I can help with the picking of bones!" piped up a voice from the corner.
Cinàed steered her away. "That's Berix," he said, "God of cannibals. Great guy, don't talk to him about body parts."