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12-15-2015, 08:06 PM
God of the Moon lady diamond in the sky
They might not appricate the brevity with which she greets them, but it does not bother her. She is not here to win their hearts. She will not be, for them, a saviour. Not a blessed virgin spirit to pray to. But she will be, as ever she has been, an immovable force. And should they choose to think that that is for them to merely accept, they will quickly learn just how wrong they are. She is a fixture here - and they, fleeting. As evidenced by the silent Mauja, the stony Torleik. Only her guiding light remains permeating through the fog of the Edge. I would speak with you. After all ... this She whispered with icicle sweetness into Mauja's mind, although her gaze remained fixedly on those newly appointed to her service. "Well isn't this lovely-" The Goddess cooed, as a mist of black butterflies gently caused the small flower Erthe had offered her, to raise into the air. "-thank you sweet one." The Goddess half expected some sort of cynicism from Elsa, but found none in her response. With a gracious nod, the sleek Goddess smiled towards both Elsa and Alune. She was sure they would both do well. However as Torleik continued to speak, the Goddess rounded on him with a sudden and ferocious coldness. Shadows seem to swell on her form as her eyes narrowed in white-hot imprints of light. The entire glade seemed to fall into a sudden darkness. "Everyone had wounds to recover from. Her voice was a whisper, but as forceful as thunder. "Everyone fought, even this child who now walks with broken legs. But you needed your time, and so they let you have it. But not as a King. A King does not place his needs above those of his herd, and that is precisely what you did. You cannot shift the blame that is so clearly upon your shoulders." Icicles hung from her every word - the crystallize lies that he had once offered at her hooves, of selfless and lifelong devotion. These daggers she now implicitly thrust back at him. He had caused his own political fall, and instead of remaining loyal and yielding to his own shortcomings, he cast himself off the mountain. I've worshiped you all my life, he had once said to her. Ha. Let him go back to worshiping ghosts then. "You leave here without my protection Torleik. And you leave it forever." She snarled at his retreating form. The Goddess spun deftly on her legs, turning her back to where the bearded stallion had departed. As she did so, the darkness that had fallen around them paled, and light returned softly to the meeting. As it did so, the Goddess features returned to a painting of unmistakable beauty and wisdom. As Torleik has broken his pact with the Goddess, she has taken his armor back. |
