”Do I look deaf to you? Or slow?” The goddess asked, fingernails tensing against her upper arms as they crossed more tightly about herself. “Given how often you repeat yourself it certainly seems that way.” He was willing to learn, he would try, and all the other useless promises that so many made. But the point still stood: he wanted something now for something that he’d do for her in the future.
“So that’s it, then? I give you grandness and respect now, and you what? Study me? Go around reciting what I have done to others?” Glancing up towards the sky the goddess pulled in a breath. Once upon a time she’d had dozens of followers. Men and woman constantly striving and seeking to learn from her; to simply be around her. And now here she was, scraping the bottom of the barrel with an outlander man who hardly knew more than a few facts about her.
It was deplorable. But it was also her current situation.
”Alright, Oliver, is it?” She cooed, her beauty suddenly breathlessly overwhelming as she extended a hand towards the man’s pale face. One of her fingers stroked along his cheek as she smiled. “To be worthy of respect...it isn’t just power and strength that allows for such, but poise as well...If you are going to represent me, you must learn poise. You must learn to stop babbling, to stop placating those around you. Have a backbone. Do you think you can do that?”
“So that’s it, then? I give you grandness and respect now, and you what? Study me? Go around reciting what I have done to others?” Glancing up towards the sky the goddess pulled in a breath. Once upon a time she’d had dozens of followers. Men and woman constantly striving and seeking to learn from her; to simply be around her. And now here she was, scraping the bottom of the barrel with an outlander man who hardly knew more than a few facts about her.
It was deplorable. But it was also her current situation.
”Alright, Oliver, is it?” She cooed, her beauty suddenly breathlessly overwhelming as she extended a hand towards the man’s pale face. One of her fingers stroked along his cheek as she smiled. “To be worthy of respect...it isn’t just power and strength that allows for such, but poise as well...If you are going to represent me, you must learn poise. You must learn to stop babbling, to stop placating those around you. Have a backbone. Do you think you can do that?”
SAFRIN
