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Ophelia was frustratingly hard to find. It had felt like only a few moments ago that he had slipped the surly bonds of time and space, leaving her in the veins, after their brief encounter. He hadn't meant to wander the time stream for too long, but of course, time was a funny thing once you were removed from it. He had stepped out in the meadow at one point, looking for the white mare, and was greeted only by a hoard of gawkers, and Mauja. Had he not been on the hunt for Ophelia, he might have stayed to toy with them a little more; especially the spotted steed. The idea brought a sarcastic grin to his lips, as the winds of time buffeted around his sturdy frame.
But where is Ophelia?
Looking down, images of Helovia flashed before the God's hooves, as if smeared recklessly on the ethereal ground below him. Images of happenings that occurred weeks ago filtered through; creatures he couldn't identify (nor cared to) carried on their mundane small lives; future events unfolded without interruption; and then, there she was. She was practically beaming - had his sister pulled some star from the sky, and brandished her pristine coat with it? Is that why she sparkled so? How nice. With a snort and a satisfied smile, the God focused his deep blue gaze gaze upon her wavering image, and stepped into the time stream....
....and out of an invisible rift in the air. It was as if some curtain parted, revealing a wholly indescribable world on the other side, largely blocked by the stocky body of the God waltzing through. The light that flooded from the other side, seemed to wrap around his dark frame , finally melding into the odd patterns adorning his shoulders and hindquarters.
"Ophelia." His voice was a resounding tenor, with an unmistakable hint of warmth as he spoke her name. His white eye-lashes fluttered as his gaze fell over her swollen sides. Without emotion, his voice lost that subtle hint of affection as he spoke again, "I would have thought after seeing your sister go through pregnancy, you'd be able to identify the signs" Tilting his horned brow, he studied the way her flanks were beginning to bulge from her sides, narrowing his eyes as if he did not know the root cause of this change. "Or perhaps you've just gotten fat." He concluded finally, raising a brow with an ambiguous stare.
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