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Calm and serene, the picture of dark, mysterious confidence as she stands beside the dark mare. Her words inspire confidence, and she can feel it building in Mirage’s mind even before her words assure the deity that she has been of help. It makes the small, mystic smile remain in place on her lavender features, but otherwise you would never know that she had even heard the words spoken by Mirage. Her silver eyes are already turned toward the future. The future of her son, of the Qian, of Helovia.
She could not see past the present, but you could always make rather accurate assumptions if you judge the present circumstances correctly. “I have no doubt in your abilities, Mirage,” the lady says, almost absently, were it not for the slight shift of her silver eyes toward the black mare. As Mirage begins to step closer, the lady does not withdraw away from her, but waits for the touch she knew would come, even as hesitant as it is delivered.
With a small smile, right after the touch, the deity takes a step forward, disappearing into a faint lavender mist before her presence goes missing altogether. A push of a breeze twirls around Mirage for a moment, the deity’s own personal idea of an embrace.
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