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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:18 pm
Sanaa stared gloomily at the flames as she thought of her repeated failures, her experiments that had ended in nothing but tangled wires and broken dreams. Useless, all of it... but this latest experiment should be the one that did it, if Limbuko was to believed. Hope flowered and she perked up a little, her pose easing.
"What? Oh! No... the big ones are not for moving. Perhaps though, someone might like to make something to remember someone who has passed on. A figure, life size, that looks like that someone could be placed somewhere and viewed, as a memorial, they tell me. A small figure is easier to carry, though... but also more easily broken." She eyed the male for what felt the hundreth time, seeing that he'd fallen out of student mode and back into antagonist. "Yes... I suppose I can show you how to make that figure, if we should happen to cross paths again. If you care to seek me, my home is the volcano between the Pridelands and Ela'wadiyi lands. Its hard to miss... but should you, you have only to ask for the Goddess of Crafting. Many in that area know me well."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:19 pm
"Seems a bit creepy to me," The male mused. Even he had lost people that he loved long ago. Having them standing there, life sized, just looking out at nothing all the time... that would be very strange in his mind. Still, some people were sappy, perhaps they would find it heart-warming to have something there so they never forget a face or shadow. Smiling, he shook his mane about, the platinum blond mane bouncing almost happily.
Though it was hard to tell with someone like him, he had very much enjoyed his chat with this dream lioness. Or maybe... a hallucination, instead.
"Brilliant! I should be happy to come find you again. Rather enjoyed talking with you, pet, and I do so hope we see each other again." Even if she probably wouldn't be as happy to see him. Turning his head away, he shifted his body to leave, eyeing the flames once more before slowly starting back the way he had come. He had to remember where she said she lived, if only to make sure the whole thing had been in his head. A Goddess... there was no way he really met a Goddess.
Right?
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