The Goddess watched with an almost patient amusement, as slowly the staff began to take shape.
but no-
it wasn't a staff at all
A scythe. Well. That was certainly unexpected. She had left a good amount of the ... shall we say, objectivity of the 'staff' in limbo. Telling Mauja to touch it wasn't just ceremonial or dramatic, but it actually was part of the creation process. That it was created into this, not even the Goddess could have predicted. Well, of course she could have, but perhaps in her vanity she had thought she had Mauja all figured out. That she would know what form it would take at his touch ... surprises it seemed, were not always welcome.
Still, it was his. Let his twisted heart form it as it would. It was still a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, and a worthy token for the spotted king.
His appreciation was dismissed with a gentle flutter of her wing and casual wave of her muzzle. Despite how much she liked to revel in the admiration of those around her, accepting a genuine honest to gods thank you, in the sense of her doing something which she was no obligated to do (in contrast to when her seer summoned her, or those wanting to barter away the moments of their lives in exchange for things at the Veins), but this was something quite different. This bordered dangerously close on something which made them equals, or at least, something which made the Goddess seem generous. In that, and perhaps only that, she was not comfortable. And so she moved on to what followed after Mauja's thank-you.
Though it hardly leaves me hopeful about the future
"Ahhh, yes. The future." She purred, and for the first time, stepped towards him. Her body was like a well oiled machine, sliding easily across the ground, every ounce of her form in perfect harmony and balance. She was beauty incarnate, even more so bathed beneath the moonlight and under-lit by the glowing frost flowers. "A tricky thing, that." She continued, her shoulders rolling deliciously beneath her pelt as she rounded upon Mauja. Her leonine tail flicked mischievously around her hocks as she began a slow circle around him.
"Were my brother here, he might be able to give you some advice. But then again -" The Goddess tsked under her breath as a smile pulled apart her lips. "- there was that whole incident with the mirror ... So perhaps you would still make this choice yourself, were he here instead of I." The Goddess paused, her eyes - and seemingly her entire body - twinkling with mischievous starlight. "But I did not summon you here tonight just to give you a bit of wood-" At this point she would have been near his shoulder, and, truer to the personality she normally demonstrated, winked playfully (albeit dangerously) in his direction before moving once again to the higher ground where she had previously stood. Were this any other moment, she might have said something about d'Art, Mesec, and Mauja, and how that triangle of bromance and little old her might have happened differently, but now was not the time.
Curling her tail around herself as she halted, eyes glowing with the knowledge of the decision she was about to place before him, she continued. "The future, Mauja. You may secure your own tonight, or the life of the progeny which is to follow. Choose immortality, and only I will be able to call your soul from your body." She mused, thinking of Midas and her brother Earth. "Choose your children, and all those born after this day will be blessed."
Was it a hard decision? The Goddess hardly thought so. But then again, long-sight was a benefit of immortality. Events just ... re-occurred. It was easy to discern the patterns of reasoning, once you had seen them a few thousand times.
But what would Mauja choose?
You know the drill. Immortality, or blessed babies?
@Mauja
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