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02-12-2015, 09:54 AM
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Zenobia gazed upon the massive structure wordlessly, fastidious awe glistening in her sapphire eyes; she never would've imagined something like this would be possible, let alone a reality set before her in wood and stone, superimposed on a backdrop of blue. A flood. Something to cleanse the world... miles and miles of water, cyclonic, a tsunami to shake the soil and slam through the trees and cool the Heart of Helovia. How it could be anything but negative in a long-term affect she didn't understand; surely everything would be broken and snapped, ruined and desecrated, at the onrush of the tonnes of water?
Still, despite her preference for the Sun God (rather more because he is her father's patron than anything) the gods must be listened to. It did no good to ignore their affairs, not when it could cause death and slaughter. Hooves thump upon damp soil and her head curls, voltaic gaze settling on a insidiously familiar face. Cera. Zenobia had never made an effort to know him [or, for that matter, anyone] but she did recognize him as a Throat loyalist; his presence is... soothing, reassuring, massaging across the knots of worries about her temples. A slender and nervous smile creases up the corners of her lips, a faint blush warming her; how flattering, that he would think her important enough to warrant a... partnership. "Of course," she accepts gracefully, with all the beauty of a woman extending her gloved hand for a kiss. Zenobia
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