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Impossibly large knees meet the earth, kneeling back to the glowing blue ground as the God of the Earth sinks to the level of his beloved follower. His wings steady his mass of bulk as it lowers to the ground, the creaking of his limbs like trees in a great wind. He curls onto the ground before Midas, feeling much more comfortable seeing eye to eye with the painted stallion as he spills his heart from his chest onto the floor. Lively green eyes watch the torrent of emotions playing across the charcoal stained features, the glint of gold that flickers from behind eyelids every few moments. Lowering his crown of horns, the Earth waits humbly for the stallion to let the shaking words out of his mouth, into the air.
So much heartbreak caused by the thoughtless cruelty of another, and yet Midas paints himself as the villain. Sorrowful eyes turn toward those of gold, the great bearded stallion huddling close as though winter's chill had set in months too early. A soft muzzle reaches to brush the forehead of the wounded soldier as his voice threatens to collapse, the God hoping to restore some of his strength to survive through this conversation. Withdrawing as he begins to speak once more, a forlorn soul who had found his way at the seat of the most brilliant heart in Helovia. The father of forgiveness and compassion, if any of the deities here would listen to the plights of the armored boy, it was the God of the Earth. However, would his sympathetic heart be able to understand the torment of another well enough to guide the golden pegasus toward a better outcome?
The great bay hoped that he might.
A heavy sigh wracks his chest, and the God looks out toward the far horizon, eyes growing distant with thought. When the bearded face turns back to Midas, it wears a warm smile. "This hate is one born of love," he says calmly. "You feel so strongly because it is your love for your son magnified through an ugly lens." The voice is quiet, yet strong. The gravel of his voice unmistakable, but in this quiet tone, it seems almost a soothing rain that falls gently. "You are not tainted but hurt deeply, and the relief you seek is not what will ultimately heal the scars upon your heart. Instead, it will entrench them deeper." A smile, warm and compassionate, reigns on the God's face as he looks toward Midas.
"You must find in your heart the strength to forgive those who injure you with cruelty, in order to protect the stallion your loved ones admire most."
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On the brink of failure (earth god, open)
