[quote=MasterOfMetal]
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 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.
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A small black cat sat near the pyre, glancing up at the little girl who walked past. With a sad expression the cat followed the arc the cake made, how it flew into the flame, and was instantly burned to a crisp. The girl had made a sacrifice without intent. The girl was scruffy, though well dressed, and obviously trouble. The gods would scoff at a champion of her stature, of her demeaner. She didn't even believe in the gods.
But that's the thing about gods; even if you don't believe in them, they can still believe in you.
The cat made a path to intercept the girl as she rounded a corner. Away from the fires. away from prying eyes. Away from the center of attention. The cat noted how another thief made a speech on rejecting society. He too would have been interesting, although he was way too certain of himself. Besides, this girl could be trouble. The cat loved trouble. It's the primary reason she was chosen to find a champion for the most unlikely of deities. Chosen to guide, train, empower and distract the champion. Mostly distract now that she thought about it.
The cat stopped right in front of the girl, in an attempt to trip her.