Reaching out a hand to fold his fingers into the opening of Vi's pocket, the smaller god looked up into the face that had breathed life into a myriad of forms, and smiled. "I know you are upset with her." He said in a low but sweet voice. "She did they best she could. They all did. One of those stars died opening the Spire, though I believe it was Safrin's love for you that blinded her to the ramifications of allowing him to act as he did.."
Shrugging, Mort tried to pull Vi to him, to tangle his fingers into his lover's earthen beard. "So no. I would not take it immediately. They were pulled into a world they did not understand and fought in a battle they had no business being in." The god continued, the pads of his fingers infinitely soft, the shine of his eyes dark and dreamy.
Shrugging, Mort tried to pull Vi to him, to tangle his fingers into his lover's earthen beard. "So no. I would not take it immediately. They were pulled into a world they did not understand and fought in a battle they had no business being in." The god continued, the pads of his fingers infinitely soft, the shine of his eyes dark and dreamy.
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