Fulcrum

Fulcrum Celestial sat with about two-dozen of her best friends. She was dressed head to toe in the latest gear. Her shoes were black patent boots with a slight heel and glistened silver in the bright artificial light. Her silver pants had a slight flare to them, flowing around her boots and accentuating her thin hips. She wore a jet-black shirt and classy tailored jacket that ended mid-thigh. Her sparkling silver necklet bore an ancient …

…shouting at the still very alert group. That would have to wait for the morning, when they were in the receptive rather than philosophical mood. Qansina's role hadn't been a failed patch-up. To the contrary, she had paved the way for the saving voice of the masses. Lerenae would bring history to a close in the most fabulous way possible from the ashes of its bleakest period. She was still smiling deep into her sleep.