| She thinks of the bodies she has pulled from beneath the mud, too late to arrive, of the horses she had pulled from the river and the ones she had failed to help, and fury begins to burn within her breast as she looks upon the Goddess in their midst. With the gophers feasting and no longer rambunctious, all of her attention is upon the Goddess, and there is a tightness in her expression that she cannot control. “Your people died for this test of yours,” She spits out in disgust, pale eyes narrowed. It is a jarring reminder of how Gods were, of all the stories Anzhelo had told her, of her father and her siblings -- “Even my father never stooped so low as to disguise himself while killing his mortals, they could at least recognize him to tell him to fuck off,” They had helped the gophers, at the expense of their own Court, and now they would starve through the winter. How many would die as a result of this test? How many had already perished? She turns on her heel, one wing extending to help keep her balance and ‘accidentally’ buffeting the Goddess upon the head, and her smile was as sickly-sweet as she could make it when she aimed it towards the Goddess -- but she offered no apology as she stalked out after @Asterion, already trying to plan ways to help save her people. |
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
