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08-28-2012, 06:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-28-2012, 09:00 PM by Cassiopeia.)
 The goddess's divine, violet emblazoned form seemed to flicker into existence before her, manifesting from an atmospheric void. In a film of wispy illumination she appeared before the roan dame of stars and envisions. She had somehow anticipated the God of light and fire to appear before her, since she was his Oracle, her fore-seeing magic stemming from his heavenly powers. Regardless, she offered the lunar deity an expression indicative of respect and content. As she had raised her head when her figure fluttered into existence, she stooped down into the posture of a bow once again. "Goddess," She regarded her amiably, preparing to provide an explanation to her inquiry. She watched as she outstretched her muzzle and bumped it kindly against her own, words whispering softly from her maw - she mentioned her child, the fetus that swelled with life within her flanks. Magic, she whispered. Health. That the Goddess declared such a thing caused the downy plumes of the roan's wings to ruffle with happiness. She sighed with content. "As of now, my creations are designed to destroy. They burn whatever they touch, and it requires a great deal of energy to avoid that - so much that I am left feeling drained afterwards." They did not burn her, of course. The very fibers of their sustenance had little affect on her own body. The magic that wrought their origins lingered through her nerves, fortified like some natural immunity. "I wish for them to heal as well, when it is needed." And with that, she waited. |
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