The mare dutifully listened to everything their ethereal voices uttered, feeling the sadness of the Lady Moon washed over her, the sincere sorrow of the Earth Lord as they in turn heard the pleas of the mortals that had come before them. The knowledge about Ra allowed for some missing pieces in her already vast knowledge base to be filled in; he had always claimed that his actions were for love, but love for the Moon was not what Mirage would have wagered. He had a sickness to the head, and for a moment the mare felt sad that she had so longed to want him dead; perhaps if she had known him before the madness grew too great, she could have aided him in finding ways to worship the celestial goddess.

As it was, the information indeed brought little change to their situation, and with visible dismay hinting at her brow, she looked to the Earth Lord as he spoke, respectfully capturing his words. Her façade softened as he spoke of gifts, and happiness swelled in her as those who were her faithful followers were bestowed with tools to aid their survival of this tough season. Her sister, Rishima, and her brothers, Madyrn and Maskan, were favoured, and Mirage was all the more pleased to see Couth sharing in the direct caresses of the Gods too.

Still, she was restless, her feet shifting on the loam ever so slightly, her need for some kind of action to eventuate from this meeting evident. But she was grateful for what they had given her, though they had not directly asked for the gifts, they were not foolish enough to turn them down.

“There are no words to describe the kindness you bestow upon us.” Sincerely she spoke her gratitude, tiara nodding, again, to those who would bring them some respite from the Sun’s oppression. From somewhere behind her, she hears her brothers step forth, each of them also grateful for the generosity of the Gods, their twinned craniums bowing dutifully, in synchrony.

“We ache to do more, Lady Moon and Lord Earth;”
“Should you will it of us,”
“Our bodies are yours to command.”
The brothers spoke without missing a breath as they each conveyed their willingness for action. Used correctly, these tools could tip the scale in a war waged against the Sun… Though Mirage loathed unnecessary bloodshed, she could see just as easily as the Gods before them what they were thinking.

But how does a handful of mortals wage a war against a God?


[[ I’m assuming these are temporary magics given to the brothers, just wondering how long they will last? :-) ]]