The grace and flight of a butterfly? Maybe Jaddis wasn't just a body full of deadness after all. There was a bit of life and care somewhere deep down inside of him. She smiled warmly and then darted past the Famine God, wisping the winds against him. Another adventure, another trek across the stars and sky, to the lands of the mortal, to pick off those who were famished and close to death. It wasn't a pretty thought, but Kenzi's mind could make it pretty somehow.
She swooped down to Jaddis' level, and smiled at him. "So, to the mortal lands, I presume?" She questioned the God, curious to what they would do today, or more or less -- where they'd go.
She swooped down to Jaddis' level, and smiled at him. "So, to the mortal lands, I presume?" She questioned the God, curious to what they would do today, or more or less -- where they'd go.
