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06-01-2017, 10:28 AM
The God shrugs in response to Rikyn's comment about Rexanna. If the God had to attend one of these things, he was going to get his honourable mentions in early and duck out. At least with his overtly magical display, no one would be able to say that he hadn't shown up.
"Good job. And no one made any kids cry handing out invitations. That's a job well done." He grunted, recalling one of the first festivals that the Basin had thrown and what an utter cluster fuck it had been.
The God's eye was drawn by a way-too-many horned mare who seemed to be checking out another mare. The God snorted, a mischievous look on his face.
"Fuck it." He mumbled to himself, striding towards Wessex. He'd named an orphaned kid ruler of the Basin, had put a soft-spoken creature of the sea to rule alongside him, and that had worked out pretty well. Why the fuck not put someone unlikely in the position of Haruspex as well? Maybe a little chaos was just what the Basin needed to get its shit together.
"You. Spikey one. Comm'ere. You seem to like looking at pretty things," he began, a wry smile on his blue lips as he covertly glanced at Sikeax. "How do you feel about mirrors?"
And just like that, the offer was on the table.
god of the spark
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