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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 6:13 pm
Another chuckle slipped from the goddess at his enthusiasm. Well, seems she had another follower and she almost fancied she could feel a little bit more strength in her limbs. She flexed her claws, just to feel the muscles stretch and pull, like coiled metal. A good, useful body for her mind.
"You're welcome, though your service to me would be of more use than words of thanks." She pressed the idea just a little more before letting it go and allowing him to make the choice on his own. Sanaa rose and stretched again, even her wings fluffing a little as she made sure everything was in working order.
"Do you think you can survive now on your own, Nyack? I can bring you some food, or even take you to a place with water before I return to my home in the mountain. I don't want you dying after I went to the trouble of binding your leg."
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 4:05 pm
Nyack shakes his head. "I will be in your service. I will seek you out and do my best to help you." He responded watching her with determined eyes. He glanced back at his leg it was still in a lot of pain but Taban had taught him to take his pain.
"I can make it on my own. My troupe will help me." He smiled at her kindly then pulled himself up. It hurt more then he cared to admit but he began to move on his own, as if to show her he was capable. "They shouldn't be too far now that I can walk." He said with a smile.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:13 am
Sanaa nodded as she watched him carefully, trying to judge his wholeness now that she'd bound his leg. Her head tilted gently to the side before she rose and stood back, stretching her wings out and giving them an experimental flap to get the blood flowing again.
"I look forward to seeing you again, Nyack." She said politely as she looked over from under her raised wings. Her many decorations made a soft noise as she moved, crouching in preparation for the burst that would take her up into the air. "Don't forget me, please. Belief is the food of the gods and I've been too long without enough to sustain me."
The last of her words was said softly, almost absently. She could almost feel the renewed strength that flowed in her as another mind came to believe in the goddess of crafting. It was invigorating and the goddess wondered if she shouldn't start actively recruiting followers. Just think what she could do with power like that...
Gathering herself, she leapt into the sky, shoving the air and the earth down and away from her as she strove for height. She glanced down with curious and impartial green eyes to watch the mortal drop away under her. Was that speck out there the troupe he'd mentioned? She hoped so. He would need their help if he was to live.
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