Heartened by the invitation, the woman sits down among the group of people. When asked by the guy she replies: "My name is Francine Lemaire. I come from the European Federation, more precisely from France. I'm the secretary of a law firm in Paris and I came here for a nice vacation, but, obviously, the goddess Fortuna must be in the bathroom right now."
When she finished speaking, Francine bit into the grilled fish skewer they had given her: a little chewy but it was better than nothing.
Later, the slight tremors began to make themselves felt again. Fortunately, they were in a park isolated from the main buildings and therefore far from any danger. The most that could collapse there was a few kiosks. Or open a hole under their feet.
Francine was afraid of the thought and it didn't help that the Sherechians started talking ghost stories, completely ignoring the little shakes. She didn't believe in ghosts, in fact she had almost forgotten that God existed. She came from a perfectly rational society, or so it professed to be. The word of God was used from time to time by politicians to motivate their actions and to take the vows of religious, although Western religions were always entering more of their decadence.
But that day had shown her how convincing divine fury could be. If she survived, she would rush into the first Parisian church to thank the Lord and return to pray to Him every Sunday.
Francine noticed that one of the Sherechians, the one who had offered her the grilled fish skewer, had asked her something but she didn't understand what.
"S-sorry, I was a bit distracted. Can you repeat?"