Zaya walked through the fairground, content in her warm clothes and with a filled belly.
She was halfway her fifth cake slice, stolen of course, when she walked past one of the smaller pyres.
'I'm filled up anyway.' she shrugged, and she tossed the last half of the treat into the flames.
It was just a jest, she didn't believe in Gods, only in her own abilities.
And besides, if they [i]were[/i] real, why would they pick a stray like herself?
But what if one did? Zaya let her mind wander as she stopped to stare at the flames.