To say that Fortunali hated the forests of Roraldi would be a horrid, terrible lie to say—the Treasure Hollowheart loved the forests dearly, and loved nothing more than to escape there when he wasn’t escaping with her ladies in Jawan or some other coastal town, as they seemed to be the best place for Aila to be.
What she didn’t like was the fact that her ability to sense when another member of the Pantheon was near was going crazy, and that the presence of said Pantheon member was not that of Sairahiniel, or of Aila, or even of Yáviel. No, this presence was masculine.
Not only was this presence masculine, it also felt a little too familiar for Fortunali’s tastes right now, for it was the last presence she wanted to sense. However, she supposed that she was only asking for him to be around; after all, it seemed to be the hunting season, and that was when Quenaz was the most active—for obvious reasons, as well. The gold-clad Goddess sighed as she took her human form, perched high in a tree. She glared down at the ground, knowing that the God of the Hunt would be there soon enough.
“Let him come and beg me for my luck,” Fortunali spat. “I’ll let him have some—just not necessarily favorable luck. He has to learn that it is a two-sided coin.”
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What she didn’t like was the fact that her ability to sense when another member of the Pantheon was near was going crazy, and that the presence of said Pantheon member was not that of Sairahiniel, or of Aila, or even of Yáviel. No, this presence was masculine.
Not only was this presence masculine, it also felt a little too familiar for Fortunali’s tastes right now, for it was the last presence she wanted to sense. However, she supposed that she was only asking for him to be around; after all, it seemed to be the hunting season, and that was when Quenaz was the most active—for obvious reasons, as well. The gold-clad Goddess sighed as she took her human form, perched high in a tree. She glared down at the ground, knowing that the God of the Hunt would be there soon enough.
“Let him come and beg me for my luck,” Fortunali spat. “I’ll let him have some—just not necessarily favorable luck. He has to learn that it is a two-sided coin.”
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