Mnar Secundus wrote:Sophie clicked her tongue and pointed her cigar at the teenage maga, greeting her with a smile: "Miss Esther Rothenberg, I believe? I'm Sophie Dulac. I saw you in Prague in 1938, although you probably didn't notice me." She continued, her smile turning into a sideways grin that the younger maga would interpret however she wanted: "I was ... part of an audience. You were most impressive."
Esther did indeed grant Sophie a reply, though she didn't give one right away. Who is this... ah. Prague, 1938. THAT Prague 1938. A few more moments passed trying to decide whether or not Sophie would turn her in for partaking not only in the illegal act of golem fighting, not only in the doubly-illegal act of betting on the outcomes of golem fighting, but the triply-illegal act of betting on the outcome of a golem-fighting world championship.
She lost a lot of money that night.
"Well, thank you kindly," she said, allowing her Texan accent to take prevalence over the smattering of New Yorker inside her - she never much liked the New York accent, and had thus far been highly successful in eliminating it. "Sadly I didn't win that night, but I plan to win the next one."
If there even IS a next one, she thought grimly. If the rumors of what Hitler (and Stalin) were doing were true, there might not be enough Jews to have such a championship in a few years.