And The Song Keeps Ringing In My Head
07-02-2017, 06:57 AM
She gave a hum of thought at what Pyr said about her union. It certainly must of been something to invoke such a feeling. It was not everyday that one would feel like they would burst into flames. Though if Skia had her way some just might catch fire to satiate her curiosity of how loud a mortal could scream if you burned them. Of course none of the old ones would allow for such a thing so she would have to see how Amon felt about her torturing mortals for the sake of fun. Perhaps he might even like to throw one into a volcanoes with her.
Though she flipped back to the current topic simply enough. Pyr had good logic but Skia was a mastermind Abraxas woman. She had the solution well enough in her mind for such a thing. "I'm sure I can travel across this land easy enough and place calling cards for the males. Surely even if the scent is stale their interest will be piqued enough to warrant an investigation. Though perhaps I'll not need it if I run into one of these spirits on my way." she paused to try to figure out why Amon wouldn't of been pleased at the prospect of having children around to strengthen the lines. After all hadn't she heard he already had children? Wouldn't he want his sisters to be afforded the same opportunity. But then again maybe he thought something to be wrong with Pyr enough that he didn't want to further her bloodline. Skia found nothing wrong so far though. "I'll not need his opinion if he will as you say disapprove of my furthering the lines. Perhaps he fears you will attempt to out do him though, to which it is my opinion you already have." she turned to look out at the ocean before looking back at Pyr with a smirk. "I shall out do him as well. I fully intend to erect my own empire by taking one from the mortals and enslaving their king. You would join me in this by my side as my Empress, my equal I should hope. I find you to be a rather agreeable soul." she was of course offering Pyralis a chance to keep her side of the family at the head still. She was still honoring her father's order in this way.
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