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11-02-2016, 10:01 AM
Яikyn
Seemingly that time of year again, the one where Helovian's randomly gather to stare at the on-goings of the Gods and the natural magics which held sway over this realm. Thankfully, these meetings seem to be the sweet serenity of the Caela Insula, rather than the frightful worry of the Rift lands arriving, their pissed off divines in tow. Arriving on the beach to a splendid sight, Duir’s nerves are instantly elevated as he notices the Goddess. That is the Moon, I mentally tell him, having discovered recently that the telepathic bond works both ways (Duir had laughed at my surprise for about two hours). My nerves, however, peak when my hooves chime on the once sandy but now crystallized beach, curiously looking at the meeting between the Sea and the Night, but remaining along the outer rims of the gathered people. While many of them call out to the Goddess, or quietly talk among themselves, my buck and I are, as usual, silent. I’m not interested in reunions or ass kissing, like many of them; rather, I’m concerned about why the Moon is here, confronting Kisamoa on his beach. I want to find Tiamat and Lena, so I can look at them with my best grin, and say, “I told you so.” Mostly, of course, in regards to the fact that our Gods, Helovia’s Gods, were watchful, and that the Sea God’s presence had not gone unnoticed by Helovia’s more traditional Four protectors. Pleased with myself, I settle into my space, to watch what will happen next. [ OOC: Stands and observes with Duir. ] in every heart a hole |
