"Just a name, and a look, hmm?" The Goddess trilled with amusement. "Good for you for even getting her name," silvery laughter enveloped the Goddess, and star-sparkle glistened around her brilliantly.
The Goddess pretended to think quite hard. She tossed her delicate nose in the air and batted her eyes at the starlight her magic had created. "mm...the star mare.." The Goddess murmured contemplatively. She was clearly putting on a show for the sake of her son - trying to insinuate that of course she hadn't witnessed his little act (how else would she have known so much about it?). But it was all a pantomime, and both knew it.
"The icy north, I think." She said finally, returning her gaze to Mesec's handsome features and winking.
You’re going to be a grandmother, "You're going to be a father!" She quipped back quickly, clicking her tongue as if to scold him.
It was then that Mesec's focus finally returned inward, back to the beast within. The Goddess looked at her boy thoughtfully, magic stirring inside of herself. Oh, she could easily just give it to him, but where would the fun lesson be, in that? No, Mesec would have to earn his way to her aid, just like the rest of them.
Well, more or less.
"Ahh, yes. The beastie within. Quite a lot of havoc you've caused with those little outbursts, no?" Her voice was like a velvety purr. She saw far more than she let on, and she was sure that Mesec knew that. He would also know that she had never intervened, never stepped down from her silvery throne to assist him even when his transformations bordered on disastrous. He was a grown up now, after all.
"Restraint comes from within yourself, Mesec. How about this?" The Goddess swept closer, and the draping of star sheen and warm breeze tightened around Mesec's shoulders. "Option 1 : let the beast take over. Let it sweep through your senses and then, at the very last moment ... make it stop." Radiance and danger glistened in the depths of her pale eyes as she spoke. "Or-" She drifted back a pace, her slender shoulders shrugging somewhat as the amusement fell slightly out of her voice. "-they do say practice makes perfect? The choice is yours darling."
The wing again tightened around his shoulders like the last squeeze of a hug, before dissipating entirely.
MESEC MAY EITHER
1. Turn into a warg and spar someone until they're within 15 HP (so very dearly dead, by our blackjack rules), and then stop the fight.
2. PRACTICE. Mesec (as Mesec) must stop himself from having something he wants 5 times. This can either be that he stops himself from eating food he likes, from sex, etc. He just has to practice actual restraint 5 times.
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[P] This distance between us, oh honey, it's not so very far. [Sun and Moon]
