Treia Rawler; The Roof
As Treia and Oskana separated from each other to “avoid suspicion,” Treia found herself writing in the small notebook that she always carried around while she watched the night sky. She felt the widening gap between her and the rest of Throme as people gradually steered clear of her, feeling her apparently dark atmosphere and the malice emanating from her mask. She had recently been given her mask, an ornate half-face mask with gold trim and coloring synonymous with the night sky – perfect for The Star. A thought crept into the back of her mind, distracting her from her writing. ‘What are the consequences of not getting that package delivered? It’s not my fault if it doesn’t arrive, is it? I mean, Oskana is the one carrying the package. But what if Judgement was serious? Should I worry about my life right now? Nah…’
She couldn’t shake the thought out of her head for some reason. What if Judgement came along and found her writing instead of keeping up with Oskana to deliver the package. Speaking of which, where was Oskana? She had just remembered that Oskana was afraid of being alone for long. Speaking of which, how long had it been since they had been sent up to the roof to deliver the package?
As she put away the notebook and rose to find her companion, a chill ran down her spine. Something – someone, maybe – was watching her. Of course, being Treia Rawler, she shook it off and chalked it up to nerves. A particularly bright star winked down at her as she continued on her way to prevent Oskana from creating a scene.