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[blackgoat]

"Do you have children?"

The voice seemed to come before the lady, as if the question summoned her, rather than was actually spoken.

Small, demure in appearance, lovely in a way that quickly extended itself into the realm of disquieting. She seemed doll like, unliving and not quite made of flesh.

Little hands resting on a heavily pregnant belly, the woman draped in heavy Victorian dresses of stone grays, off whites and dull sky blues, with that porcelain skin and wild snow white hair, she'd almost look like she was trying to blend into the snow.

"If you do not, do you want them?"

Ah, so it was her speaking, the voice soft and sweet, if... off, in an odd way. A tone that crept up the spine and settled into the neck and base of the skull, like cold fingers pressed against the nape.

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[chiron_survivor]

If not for the anti-violence field, Adia wouldn't be able to stand here at all. Even if this ancient goddess wasn't interested in picking apart her brain, her aura alone would be enough to cause some sort of lasting trauma. Adia can feel it, knocking against her mind like a relentless solicitor. She really should go, now that she knows the deity's name and what she's about. But her words keep her rooted to the spot, at least for the time being.

She's curious, too.

"Eternal life?" she questions softly. "In what way? I've heard of gods who transform their followers. Do you do that, too?"

[to_the_wolves]

That stare. It's unearthly, not even comparable to the demons she once faced in the past. This isn't a good situation to be in and leaving seems even harder than before. Instead of trying to part ways, run in fear, she actually chooses to stay around in hopes that she can talk her way out of this conversation.

"What kind of gift? I'm not agreeing to anything. Not when I know that you transcend humanity itself. I don't wish to invoke your wrath either."

[grantuseyes]

"Micolash!" he says quickly and breathlessly, hands clasped together again. "I am...Micolash, once Headmaster of Mensis, once Host of the Nightmare. I am most covetous of all Insight. Even the smallest scrap is to be cherished." He certainly knows how the brain can only retain so much before it starts to liquify and hemphorage out the ears and nose and eyes. But his is altered, tempered, reforged into something more suitable for cosmic knowledge. Sanity is a negligible exchange.

The smile and encouragement of someday having offspring closer to the likes of Kos/m or Mergo makes the sallow scholar blush slightly and once again avert his eyes. Micolash smiles as well, wobbly and embarrassed, skinny fingers hovering near his mouth in a shy gesture. "I did not mean to sound. Presumptuous. I know I am...imperfect. As I am. Human." The two words might as well mean the same thing.

no worries! sorry for the delay on my end too!

[drehnifusbahi]

"In their teens, both. One interested in alchemy, the other in becoming a smith. For my own part..."

He rubs absently at the back of his neck as he considers his hopes for them. "So long as they're able to live long and fulfilling lives, I'll be more than satisfied."