running.

She gazed at him without so much as a blink despite all the thoughts running rampant through her head. "I have ever walked alone, but still I do no walk with the old and therefore am closer to the young."

Her ears flickered forward when he spoke again. Interesting. She had not expected to hear such a proclamation. She wondered if it were real or simply a delusion, or even a trick. One surely could not know the truth. And surely even when gods took mortal form they could bleed and die and their souls; she wondered where they'd go.

"Poser, your dominion is a wondrous thing. And for you perhaps the best of all. For me it is the moon and the night, the shadows of the dark and the dreams and nightmares who sleep beneath the twilight. The future-sight however has long been lost to me." A soft sigh escaped her ebon lips as she glanced down at the ground before lifting her gaze back to his.

"What plan have you to use your dominion, Lord Trickster?"