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The God was already in an irritable mood, due to the chilling of the air all around him. To compensate, his golden body was encapsulated by fire. He burned hot and bright in the face of the bitter hold Frostfall had taken on the land. His mane and tail were a constant burning beacon; churning and sizzling as moisture crackled and popped in the air around him. Slammed his hooves into the ground, he sent wheels of flame off in each direction, determined to keep the snow and ice at bay. With a snort, he turned in the direction of Luken, and his subtle stalker. Curious, he thought, allowing his mind to seep into the boys' and extra the burning desire for flame, that lay there. With a twisted smile, the God regally moved towards Luken, casting long and amber-colored shadows in his wake.
"You - Child of the Edge. My sister's lands." He began, his voice suave and warm, as his flaming bodice halted a few feet from the youngster. "And yet the magic you seek...A hybrid of the Sun and Moon, yet you are here, calling for me."
He suspiciously eyed the boy, unsure if this was some trick to merely suck up, for if he somehow thought that the God of the Sun would show mercy? Give him an easier task, than perhaps his sister? Or was it simply done behind her back? Given that the painted boy had been followed her, seemingly without notice, the God very much doubted he was capable of such deception. "So. Magic is what you seek? Want to grow up just like your Daddy, do you?"
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