Dygra
Not the type to gush or coo over material items, nonetheless the cluster of bloody rubies pulses with warmth as Maea turns this way and that to admire her new armour. "You are welcome," Dygra purrs, and for a moment the pale woman will experience the strangest sensation of something shifting and moving in the dark, before it is gone.
"Speak freely, little dark one," she permits, though not having a body like the one Maea possesses, it's a mystery as to how much advice a deity might be able to provide, particularly one like Dygra.
"Speak freely, little dark one," she permits, though not having a body like the one Maea possesses, it's a mystery as to how much advice a deity might be able to provide, particularly one like Dygra.
