I'm the bad guy.
The rhythmic beats vibrate in her chest, announcing Dygra's arrival like the regal being she is, building an anticipation in her chest with each pound of her heart. The hot brush of gentle touches remind her of a mother's loving caress, easing the pain and exhaustion in its wake - the tension of her body flees in her presence, a breath of relief passing her lips in appreciation.
Her eyes blink slowly against the dizzying force of the healing magic, basking in the sound of Dygra's voice. It shouldn't surprise her that the goddess notices the new lavender hue of her mind, although she tilts her head curiously at the response. After all, she doesn't feel so much different, and the need to 'cut it out' sounds so dramatic and unnecessary. She still has yet to explore what benefits her new condition may provide, but a confident grin spreads across her face. "I will make you proud."
Her eyes follow the disintegration of the shell and scales, watching as they fuse Dygra's power to the daggers in a new etching along the hilts. She dips her head in awe, feeling the hum of power as she lifts them in her hands. "Thank you, my lady. I look forward to seeing you again soon." And until she is certain that the goddess has gone, Thal memorizes every touch, every inflection, every bit of warmth that's shared with her, praying she won't forget it again so easily.
[FIN]
Her eyes blink slowly against the dizzying force of the healing magic, basking in the sound of Dygra's voice. It shouldn't surprise her that the goddess notices the new lavender hue of her mind, although she tilts her head curiously at the response. After all, she doesn't feel so much different, and the need to 'cut it out' sounds so dramatic and unnecessary. She still has yet to explore what benefits her new condition may provide, but a confident grin spreads across her face. "I will make you proud."
Her eyes follow the disintegration of the shell and scales, watching as they fuse Dygra's power to the daggers in a new etching along the hilts. She dips her head in awe, feeling the hum of power as she lifts them in her hands. "Thank you, my lady. I look forward to seeing you again soon." And until she is certain that the goddess has gone, Thal memorizes every touch, every inflection, every bit of warmth that's shared with her, praying she won't forget it again so easily.
[FIN]
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