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Aithniel looks up, seeing her father's gaze fixed on her, and she smiled, one side of her mouth curling up in a happy smile. For a brief moment, her rage subsided to a soft whisper and a murmur of affection, and she picked apart the crowd to approach her father. Cloven hooves splashed through the water, the darkness of her pelt mixing colors with his golden hues in their reflections. Beneath his wing, she stood, looking up and letting his words give peace to her furious soul. The moment lasted for but a short time before the raged started to creep in again, turning the edges of her vision a bright and glorious red.
"I am glad to see you too," she replied honestly. "I've been battling at each location thusfar, and I knew you had to have something planned." She smiled broadly. "So far, this one is the best. It's bright, open, airy and actually pretty instead of scary or gross." Aithniel tried to hold back a cough of black goo, and she grimaced, hoping she didn't get any of the sickly slime onto the Sun God's body. "I could do without these illnesses though," she murmured.
In the crowd, she saw Rikyn, and she smiled weakly. His words carried, and she perked up. "Oh, shock me? Please?" she asked, wiggling her lion's tail. "I'll do just about anything to get rid of these illnesses." She refrained from saying 'they suck' in front of her father. She would have to find much more adult and appropriate language. Maybe, 'these illnesses are miserable and fucking stupid'. Probably not.
Aithniel turned back to the God of the Sun. "What do you need me to do to protect this land?" she asked honestly, prepared to throw her body into misery for the sake of the fight.
@Rikyn @God of the Sun
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
