Queen of the Nightsisters
Pomsty watched as the flames danced across the parchment leaving legible incantations of magick behind as the flames flickered out. The pages flipped one after another as the flame scrawled on, consistent and rapidly. Pomsty arches her neck while unintentionally standing on tiptoes to gather a glimpse of the goddess’s handiwork, almost afraid to lean in too close as if her presence too near might disturb the continuation of such magick.
“It’s writing in Peacian, the language of Dathomiri,” she whispered to
Loske Treicolt
, caught up in awe. Ashla clearly did not mind Pomsty entertaining an association of Her with her Dathomiri Winged Goddess. She never would have suspected this angelic inscription would be delved in her most Holy language!
"Honestly, Loske, I have never witnessed such an event as this before in my lifetime." She stared in wonder as she swallowed hard. "It's like Ashla truly has an investment and an interest in her children, that we prosper to be all we can become." The Witch became suddenly overcome by what this gift represented and the rush of emotion caused her to gasp; it meaning to her mostly that to some great being, to her new goddess, Pomsty herself matters! Never before had she been blessed by any god or goddess without trying vehemently to first earn their graces. Ashla gives freely. Pomsty had never fathomed such a relationship could ever exist.
“It’s writing in Peacian, the language of Dathomiri,” she whispered to
Loske Treicolt
, caught up in awe. Ashla clearly did not mind Pomsty entertaining an association of Her with her Dathomiri Winged Goddess. She never would have suspected this angelic inscription would be delved in her most Holy language!"Honestly, Loske, I have never witnessed such an event as this before in my lifetime." She stared in wonder as she swallowed hard. "It's like Ashla truly has an investment and an interest in her children, that we prosper to be all we can become." The Witch became suddenly overcome by what this gift represented and the rush of emotion caused her to gasp; it meaning to her mostly that to some great being, to her new goddess, Pomsty herself matters! Never before had she been blessed by any god or goddess without trying vehemently to first earn their graces. Ashla gives freely. Pomsty had never fathomed such a relationship could ever exist.
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