>>19293642Growing up playing high school sports in rural Arkansas with a former Army corporal for a father meant that Carmody Jefferson was no stranger to waking up before dawn and getting ready for a momentous day. She takes a quick shower, changes into a spare set of ring gear that she keeps stored in a locker, and finds her coat, now warm and dry, and puts it on over that. It's not ideal, but it's maybe a little better than that thin dress was, and it'll get her to the Divine Mansion. She chokes down a cup of inedible Dojo coffee but doesn't bother to put on any makeup; Priscilla has pros for that.
She checks her phone and finds that the Raguber she summoned is running just on time; in fact, they'll be there several minutes early. Good.
She meets Sola Fire with a smile and glowing heat on her cheeks as she recalls the last night snuggled up close to her in the Dojo bed. She could get used to that.
>"Ready to go?"Of course she is. Like herself, Sola is tired, resolute, and committed to this.
