She waits until they're far away enough from the dwindling crowd to lean slightly against Wrathion. She's never drawn quite so much power. From delaying the opening of Hell to venturing into the depths below to... now.
It feels odd to look toward this strange face, knowing that Wrathion lurks beneath. The knowledge of it is a comfort, though, and her own voice is whisper-light, meant to be audible only to him. )
Was that all right?
( She wanted to wield as much of the truth as she could to sell the lie. )
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She waits until they're far away enough from the dwindling crowd to lean slightly against Wrathion. She's never drawn quite so much power. From delaying the opening of Hell to venturing into the depths below to... now.
It feels odd to look toward this strange face, knowing that Wrathion lurks beneath. The knowledge of it is a comfort, though, and her own voice is whisper-light, meant to be audible only to him. )
Was that all right?
( She wanted to wield as much of the truth as she could to sell the lie. )