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*Amon* · 02-19-2017, 04:53 PM

Amon watched as his daughter moved through the night with an easy grace. He lay atop a tall knoll, one he had labored to find, which let him look out across a vast swath of the rolling plain. He did occasionally lose sight of the girl as she wove in between hills, but never for longer than a moment. She seemed to be heading in roughly his direction, and he wondered if she too sought the view. The girl had always been a quick study, after all. He wouldn't be surprised to find her trailing in his footsteps.

Her coat was a regal cream and auburn mix, a trait won from their mortal mother but it had not lessened her godly presence, as he'd once feared it might. She wore it well, and it only added to the potency of her presence. "Lilith," he called to her, voice loud and hopefully carrying easy now that some distance between them had closed. He intended to ask her what she was making of her day, and if she knew where the others had gotten off to. Amon had lost track of their intentions that morning, being too wrapped up in his own. "I hope the day is treating my daughter well?" he commented. After all, the usurper gods which ruled this mortal world often worked their magic to make Amon miserable, and his father often complained of the same. He wondered when his children would start to feel the same.
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