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Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing Yewrezz

11-16-2016, 03:50 PM

The road to success was a long one, but the Diviner dared to finally think of it as somewhat close now. The personal emotions she felt with the new Sultana she was not sure of, but she did not look at it negatively either. Having watched her defaulted fight with Sikeax, she had found that Aithniel was like fire itself; an eager dancer, fueled by the wish for justice with dedication burning hot — and perhaps even a bit angry. She couldn't help think that, perhaps, their Lord had sent her to lead them. Maybe this has been Aithniel's purpose in the herd all along. So she could not object… Still, should those who are godly really interfere with something that is so mortal? Because besides being a worshiper, she was still a scholar, too. The inquisitor could either be the last piece of the puzzle, the doer of things, make their herd a blessed herd, unlike she had seen before or could have dreamed of; one polished with divinity… Or she could not be meant for it at all — God. There was no reason for her to object, yet, knowing she could not even object if she wanted, left Maren with a bitter taste in her mouth —which could surely be counted as blasphemy. And oh, she knew that all too well from within the thin frames of her mortality.

“As the Diviner of this herd I approve of your promotion.” She dipped her head, elegantly as her ivory mane fell with a soft swishing sound around her neck. Hopefully this time the meeting stays this dull. “I offer you my wisdom and guidance, I shall be here when you are in need of my council.” She said it with her official voice, but for the first time as a diviner, she felt like the concept of her purpose had been given yet another kind of question mark, another reason for being looked upon vaguely by the public eye. Why would a herd, led by a demi-goddess, need a seer; a messenger of the Gods, when the Inquisitor was godly herself?

Maren did not say, of course. She knew what she was here for. She would let them (ignorant fools) think what they wanted, and if that was that she was merely looking pretty in order to keep up appearances, she would let them go ahead and think that, too. She knew better. “May you lead us well.” She wished with a smile for the God’s daughter. “And I shall pray for those injured to be healed quickly” She gave a nod of approval to the new potential healers. She also wanted to wink at the Transcended, simply because she looked a bit roughed up, but then scraped her throat instead as she reminded herself that they weren't really on that chapter yet. God, I need more friends.

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