The next day, Michael and Gaya found themselves back in Seshat's garden. This time, a round, marble table had been set up near the waterfall, laden with a steaming pot of tea and delicate porcelain cups.
Michael and Gaya sat, waiting. Gaya, never one for patience, poured herself a cup, then one for Michael. She took a sip, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Not bad," she murmured, taking another sip. "You know, Seshat, if this whole Goddess of Wisdom gig doesn't work out you could always open a tea shop."
Seshat simply smiled, a serene, enigmatic expression that made Gaya want to throw something at her.
"And where is Zorian?" Michael asked, breaking the silence.
"He will come," Seshat replied calmly.
And as if on cue, a brilliant orb of light, brighter than the sun itself, appeared in the garden. A figure stepped out of the light, his form solidifying, his features godlike.
It was Zorian.
