Wissel looked down at his letter: Invitation to the Arikan International Congress. This was Arascus' meeting. Impressive, Wissel thought there would have been some sort of diplomatic incident if the God decided to come to Epa.
Anassa looked down at the measly bowl of fruit in the mess hall. It was a travesty of a sight, with small tangerines and bananas and peaches. Nothing like the bright oranges that grew in the Jungle. She sighed and picked one up, then disappeared.
