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10-07-2014, 12:26 AM
God of the Moon lady diamond in the sky Respect and admiration were key components of the mortal population, if you asked the Moon Goddess. Of course, she was a particularly cruel mare, thriving on manipulation, so if you were to ask her, she would probably list fear as a necessity as well. What good were the mortals if they tried to defy her every will, after all? How were they to be useful if they weren't forced to face consequences for their stupidity? Fear - it kept them in their place, provided an incentive for following the gods' wishes.What she missed the most was a good offering. So many mortals showed up these days just expecting her to grant their every request - but what ever happened to being adored? To being worshiped? For goodness' sake, she was a goddess. When had she last been treated as one - not for the sake of getting a reward, but simply because she held all the power over the mortals' insignificant little lives? And here was another one. The Moon harrumphed from her position in the sky, glaring down at the two-toned mare below. She considered, briefly, showing the mortal exactly what she thought of being called for help over and over again; but this was Alysanne, one of her own, her Moon Doctor. By definition, the mare was bound to serve the goddess, and so with a sigh, the Lady of the Moon descended from on high, appearing in a brisk gust of wind, accompanied by a swirl of fog. "Alysanne, darling," she snapped by way of greeting. "What kind of help do you seek? Things seem to have been going fabulously for you mortals." speech |
