It wasn't mandatory, that Thanksgiving day when Asp went to the homeless shelter's Thanksgiving lunch program and invited any member of the Adamantine Arrow to come along. How could it be? Charitable works, serving the community - people either would espouse the Phalanx, or they would not. But for Asp, Service is Mastery meant a lot more than kicking ass for the Awakened community.
That was something that happened. But it wasn't what the Order was all about.
So there she stood that day in warm jeans and a black sweater, with a scarf wrapped around her neck, ladling out soup and handling out rolls on the line. There were stations all down the way for volunteers - turkey, hot coffee and tea, the cranberry sauce specialist, veg, whatever. It was all there, all lovingly manned by people in the community who cared to make a difference.
And Asp did. She was Dedicated to it. Her daily War was charity, was Service. For her, it was more than just something nice to do. It connected her closer to Wisdom, to her Order and to the Supernal in its entirety.
Who else would join her that day on the line? She looked forward to finding out. She'd put the word out, but there was one in particular she had made certain to let know.
Animus.
He needed this more than he knew, something to tie him back to this world. Something so that he could march back onto the path of Wisdom. It started here, with a reminder of the most human thing of all - love for thy neighbour.
Hopefully, he would be there.
This thread is set at noon on Thanksgiving Day.