He was wise to come under the guise of nightfall. There was something...unsettling about being sought in the light of day. Almost as if it forced her to appear only half-ready to greet the world, and that was certainly not a state that the Goddess liked to find herself in. Even so, she was in a particularly neutral mood. To say that it was a good mood, would certainly be an exaggeration, and yet her recent encounter with her son had done much to lift her spirits. She had her doubts, but now it seemed that he was back on the right track. Back on the path of the moon, and the way of the wind. Thus, as Crowley beckoned, he was greeted not by a cold gust of wind slapping him in the face, but the violet-hued Goddess herself.
A warm wind trickled by, gently stirring bits of ash and stardust from the ground, and lifting them into the air. There they whirled and twirled, until they began to take the shape of the slender Goddess. Her silvery-white eyes fell upon the unicorn with a subtle amusement, as slowly the rest of her lilac form began to emerge from the rubble and the light. Her leonine tailed flicked around her hocks as her ardent gaze narrowed. "And you shall have it, Weaver." She mused. Her voice was light and airy, revealing none of her darker intentions or cunning plans.
Although Crowley stood taller than She, the Goddess seemed to exude a strength about her. She held herself with the confidence that she could bring you to your knees, while not ruffling a single feather, or tangling a single strand of mane. It was a look that said she would just as soon see you boil and burn, as walk away from her unscathed. But...she is neutral on this night, and will hear Crowley's plea. "Why have you come?"
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[O] Creeping Curses (Moon God)
