Cosmic Love

She shifted slightly under the woman’s kind gaze. Would the woman still look at her that way if she knew what Hestia had done? How she plotted to have a prince overthrown and exiled because she disagreed with his parentage, how she was a traitor and untrustworthy to anyone she disagreed with. She blinked slowly, forcing the thoughts away as she returned her attention to the female.

“I was a speak maker in my homeland.” She said hoarsely, still biting back the insistent whispers that she was a monster and a villain. “I can craft other things, mostly from wood, but spears were what I made most of the time.” She explained.

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