Monzun is familiar with...finding things unfamiliar. Having a lack of understanding where many but a treasured few followers expected them to be all-knowing, merely because they could hear their simplest collective prayers.
Sweetheart, as she tends to, begins a Gesture--a Gesture she considers of Water, but then changes to a greater one, of Healing. There was already Healing done, but she knows this one is best, and perhaps Laetes could use it. She doesn't need to be all that close to do it.
Monzun darts back a little in the direction of their Temple, cutting a sharp line of red shine in the air. "You asked and I answered this moments ago." But they're missing something, and they despise it.
("Perhaps he thinks you're lying, Leader? We know Nemesis liked to twist words, after all...")
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Sweetheart, as she tends to, begins a Gesture--a Gesture she considers of Water, but then changes to a greater one, of Healing. There was already Healing done, but she knows this one is best, and perhaps Laetes could use it. She doesn't need to be all that close to do it.
Monzun darts back a little in the direction of their Temple, cutting a sharp line of red shine in the air. "You asked and I answered this moments ago." But they're missing something, and they despise it.
("Perhaps he thinks you're lying, Leader? We know Nemesis liked to twist words, after all...")
"And I am not lying about it!" they add roughly.