Sweetheart's head swivels to follow Laetes as he bows, confused as her god, nearly as uncomfortable--but for different ways. Nemesis is dead, she knows dead, she was united with her god to kill him, but the prayers that built his Wonders and channeled into her still...taste. Rot and reaching into her head and making everything wrong.
The Creature delicately steps away (as much as a mountain-sized thing can) and paces back around the Villages. From where the gods speak to the Guru's Temple to her own home Temple and back, she needs to check it.
Nemesis is dead. There are no curses here, but the itch in her bones is always back when she hears about him and this is the best way to make sure.
"Nothing." A third time, bouncing between them as an attack between shields.
Although...
"Unless you steal my Creature again. You would come to regret that. From both of us," they think to clarify.
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Date: 2025-03-23 10:07 pm (UTC)The Creature delicately steps away (as much as a mountain-sized thing can) and paces back around the Villages. From where the gods speak to the Guru's Temple to her own home Temple and back, she needs to check it.
Nemesis is dead. There are no curses here, but the itch in her bones is always back when she hears about him and this is the best way to make sure.
"Nothing." A third time, bouncing between them as an attack between shields.
Although...
"Unless you steal my Creature again. You would come to regret that. From both of us," they think to clarify.