I step up from my bow, and look around me at the rapidly growing gathering. Those that come in after me are largely unknown to me. A few are familiar faces. Oxy, I remember he was part of the Asylum, from the one meeting that I eavesdropped on. Hotaru... she had met with the Fire God as well, hadn't she? But though I do not know the others, I at least know a few new names. Delinne, Sialia, and Ciceron all offer there names to the God of Time, as I have. I turn my attention back toward him, for he speaks. And he speaks to me. Though he is gruff, and I can tell that it is by chance that he has chosen me, I can't help but feel honored. He asks what I want, and I know that I should ask, not demand. After my experience as a wraith, I do not ever want to cross a God. "I humbly request magic, that will allow me to create fire, and from its embers burn and shock my enemies." Walking "Talking" Satanic Silk |
@[God of the Spark]
Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.