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07-08-2012, 02:53 AM
Sweat trickles in drops down an obsidian and green hide. Daughter of the Moon, Light, and Earth alike would like to bounce, but it is far to hot out for such things. Thus, Anthym carries on through the brush until she finds herself at the shoreline. Here she removes her days old and wilting peaches to make some salty, taffy-like, new ones. This ice should last longer and stay cooler, she thinks happily, and continues upon her merry way. She slinks in a prancing sort of way(for she cannot bounce), if such a thing is possible, as she finally arrives at the alter. She looks about and thinks what a fine abode this would be with lots of caves and water to play about in. But, then again, there is far too much lava for her liking. The Gods Three must like lava, young Anthym concludes, for they certainly live around a lot of the stuff.
She looks about but sees nothing around so she walks up to the altar and places her ice-peach upon it and then steps back. She has come here today to request a companion. Perhaps a bright green and black Lizzard, or a giant butterfly which would live many years instead of days? She wasn't entirely sure yet what, precisely, she wanted but knew that it was something of the sort.
She looks about but sees nothing around so she walks up to the altar and places her ice-peach upon it and then steps back. She has come here today to request a companion. Perhaps a bright green and black Lizzard, or a giant butterfly which would live many years instead of days? She wasn't entirely sure yet what, precisely, she wanted but knew that it was something of the sort.
