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Själ
Seemingly out of nowhere, Sjal appeared beside @ Erebos and @ Rikyn, a rather bored expression on her ivory face. She hadn’t been far away when the immortals had appeared on the beach, and she had joined the rapidly growing crowd without a second thought. Whatever was happening, she wanted to be a part of it, particularly since learning what roles the gods of this land often played in the lives of its inhabitants. Had her own mother not been blessed by Time, only to be cut down by that poor Moon-controlled bastard Sultan from the Dragon’s Throat?
In any case, her presence was perhaps a sudden addition to their little group, but seeing as they were two of the only faces she knew in the crowd, she decided that they would simply have to deal with it. Besides, Erebos, at least, was a friend – even after soundly beating her in their little spar not too long ago – and Rikyn… well, he wasn’t an enemy, at the very least. Ansgar, as always, was perched upon the young mare's haunches, and she crooned a soft greeting to them both.
Kisamoa she knew from his last appearance upon Helovian shores; the Moon Goddess she knew only by reputation. Was it her imagination, or was there something odd about their interaction? Oddly enough, the way the Moon spoke almost reminded her of Psyche, and the girl felt a slight chill roll down her spine at the thought. When the goddess stomped and the ground turned to glass, the princess raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the boys. "What do you think this is about?”
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
OOC | Stands with Erebos and Rikyn, talks to them after the goddess makes glass appear.
In any case, her presence was perhaps a sudden addition to their little group, but seeing as they were two of the only faces she knew in the crowd, she decided that they would simply have to deal with it. Besides, Erebos, at least, was a friend – even after soundly beating her in their little spar not too long ago – and Rikyn… well, he wasn’t an enemy, at the very least. Ansgar, as always, was perched upon the young mare's haunches, and she crooned a soft greeting to them both.
Kisamoa she knew from his last appearance upon Helovian shores; the Moon Goddess she knew only by reputation. Was it her imagination, or was there something odd about their interaction? Oddly enough, the way the Moon spoke almost reminded her of Psyche, and the girl felt a slight chill roll down her spine at the thought. When the goddess stomped and the ground turned to glass, the princess raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the boys. "What do you think this is about?”
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
OOC | Stands with Erebos and Rikyn, talks to them after the goddess makes glass appear.
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