[ Open then - but everyone who joins will be barred from moving farther forward by the mists. Posting order only applies to Mauja.]
Her gaze fell upon him, and as it did so, she appeared to wince. However the frown which creased her pristine expression was not one of condescension as it normally would have been. More truthfully it was closer to actual regret - empathy even - though to say that it was empathy would almost seem inappropriate, given just how distant and removed the Moon was from the mortals of Helovia. Though perhaps it was because Mauja made himself such a constant fixture in the Edge - in her life - that she could, even if only remotely, understand his pain.
"Well that won't do.." She tutted gently under her breath, as if Mauja had shown up for a ball dressed in a tattered suit. Which in a sense, he had. Starlight fell brightly upon the wounded stallion, illuminating him with an almost ethereal blue-white glow. It pulsed with a warm light, gently knitting back together the battered and scalded skin. Hair sprouted from the bald patches of flesh, and the tired and torn muscles beneath the affected area were rejuvenated. The Goddess would not touch the scars and wounds that littered Mauja's mind and hardened his heart, but she could at least soothe his exterior. Perhaps it was simply because he was easier to look at this way, whole and handsome. Then again, perhaps the glimmer of pain in her gaze that appeared as he drew towards her, was in some sense, something like genuine concern.
"Better." She concluded, more as a statement than a question. For even she knew that to ask him if it was better, would be to invite a tirade of grief from the spotted unicorn. And that was not why she was here.
"I didn't forget about you Mauja. But I thought it best that this ... didn't come on the heels of you stepping down. How is it, by the way? Being just a World's Edge Stallion. " Again, the glint in her eyes was ambiguous. Her voice sounded sincere, as if some small part of her truly did wonder what it would be like to just be a nobody. Could the Gods even crave that sort of descension, without seeming mad? Or was it much simpler, just a segue into what she really wanted to ask him? "Does it feel as though anything has changed?"
The frost flowers which had led him towards her had slowly begun to dot the entire landscape in which they stood. Each seemed to hum with its own inner light - a delicate blue-white pinpoint of star-sparkle - that echoed throughout the frosty fractals.
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