Pray For The Wicked
04-02-2019, 03:32 PM
Black, glistening lips flicker upwards at the corners. The autumn girl's joy is contageous; her own heart flutters with something warm, something golden. Leera picks her way closer to the pieces, touching her nose to several before choosing one to her liking and taking it between her teeth. Nodding to Nephthys' suggestion, she uses the strength of her jaw to gently break the slab in half, so that each wolf could have one. "This is yours," she says as she places the piece at the goddess' paws. From there, she invites the other woman to take it and decorate it as she pleases.
Deciding to hide the painting process so that the gift won't be revealed too quickly, Leera finds a place within the grasses to sit and paint several designs on her piece of the slab. She chooses bright oranges and violets, hues that remind her of Nephthys' captivating bi-colored orbs, and creates something that might resemble the night sky.
If Nephthys has chosen to do the same and paint her piece, Leera rises when she is finished and carries the birth plate back to the earthen girl. "For you. This is what the night sky looked like in the desert the day we met. It shall bring protection upon you and your young."
Leera speech
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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