charlie
"Oooooooooooh!" Charlie's voice is like a ray of sunshine, beaming from one end of the Temple down to where Asta stood by the slab. Rather than running to him, though already her hands are clasped excitedly together and she seems to be on the verge of doing just that, the priestess darts! until she's standing directly before him, peering up at him with bright blue eyes. "You look amazing." Without touching his shirt, Charlie lets her fingertips scatter all around him to indicate her approval of both the colour and the weave. "Very good for sculpting." For her part, Charlie is dressed in a pair of black wide-leg trousers and a billowy garnet blouse that perfectly matches both her lips and her horns.
"Come, come! Come see what I did first." The blonde pleads brightly, holding out one of her hands for him to take, which, if he does, will be treated to an excited squeeze from the priestess's fingers.
Toward the centre of the Temple is where the shrine will ultimately go, and, as discussed, Charlie had broken up the floor. Only she hadn't just broken it up, she'd made it into part of the worship. "See?" She gushes, gesturing.
Where the polished floors of the Temple had once been pristine, now they were destroyed as if a bomb had detonated in their centre. Interestingly, Charlie made sure that there was no demarcation to separate any one instance of damage from any other, creating an entirely smooth transition from pristine to chaotic. Get it? Like entropy, with Dygra at the centre?
"What do you think?"
"Come, come! Come see what I did first." The blonde pleads brightly, holding out one of her hands for him to take, which, if he does, will be treated to an excited squeeze from the priestess's fingers.
Toward the centre of the Temple is where the shrine will ultimately go, and, as discussed, Charlie had broken up the floor. Only she hadn't just broken it up, she'd made it into part of the worship. "See?" She gushes, gesturing.
Where the polished floors of the Temple had once been pristine, now they were destroyed as if a bomb had detonated in their centre. Interestingly, Charlie made sure that there was no demarcation to separate any one instance of damage from any other, creating an entirely smooth transition from pristine to chaotic. Get it? Like entropy, with Dygra at the centre?
"What do you think?"
Please, please, please don't prove I'm right
& please, please, please
don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
& please, please, please
don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
