04-26-2018, 07:45 PM
It appears another had come to welcome her. The great lioness turns her head, and she's assaulted for a moment with the scent of a battlefield. And then, in a moment, it becomes tolerable, and Liria tilts her head as she recognizes the great beast for who he was. It's odd, seeing the great beast, realizing he's a god of a sort. He resembles something more akin to one of Ikkivi's guardians than that of another god, though Liria hardly faults him for having a different design than the gods of Ilivi's council. The council had been crafted by Ilivi's own paws, and so if each of them had the same theme, the same species and wings, than that was all of their own.
Had this been why Liria had been sent here, perhaps? It was no secret that Liria hated the council, and by extension, the gods amongst them, for all they'd taken from her. But Liria was not prejudiced enough to hold the same standard to those uninvolved. She simply doesn't understand.
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Fenrisulfr Grimm," Liria says, in the overly formal way that was so typical of her. Even as she speaks in this tone, the star-speckled goddess allows her smile to slip into a grin, almost contrary to the tone of her voice. She wonders of what Fenrisulfr Grimm was patron of. She could hazard a guess, of course, but it would be terribly rude of her, she believes.
In a moment, Liria's attention is stolen back by little Nayru, shining bright but not quite. A tour? The great lioness considers this question for but a few moments, before smiling serenely once more. "I appreciate the offer, Miss Nayru, but I'm afraid I will decline." Liria says, dipping her head in something of an apology. (Liria had been sorely tempted to simply continue calling the other 'Nayru', but that was simply unprofessional) Liria had never been one for tours -- perhaps it was simply a reaction to all of the tours gone wrong, but nonetheless, they simply weren't something Liria did. "I -- ah, thank you, I appreciate it, Miss Nayru," Liria will admit she had been caught off guard by the -- not a compliment, but observation. For all Liria's beauty had been praised in the past, softly whispered about in awe, Liria hadn't expected to hear comment of it here, and so the goddess finds herself fumbling for but a moment. (for all of her serenity and grace, Liria still tended to find herself stumbling over her words). Liria didn't consider herself to be vain in the slightest, but even then Liria appreciates Nayru's words, still smiling as she bows her head a moment.
//thank you!!! <33
[align=center]∞ they'll be really fucking sorry
Had this been why Liria had been sent here, perhaps? It was no secret that Liria hated the council, and by extension, the gods amongst them, for all they'd taken from her. But Liria was not prejudiced enough to hold the same standard to those uninvolved. She simply doesn't understand.
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Fenrisulfr Grimm," Liria says, in the overly formal way that was so typical of her. Even as she speaks in this tone, the star-speckled goddess allows her smile to slip into a grin, almost contrary to the tone of her voice. She wonders of what Fenrisulfr Grimm was patron of. She could hazard a guess, of course, but it would be terribly rude of her, she believes.
In a moment, Liria's attention is stolen back by little Nayru, shining bright but not quite. A tour? The great lioness considers this question for but a few moments, before smiling serenely once more. "I appreciate the offer, Miss Nayru, but I'm afraid I will decline." Liria says, dipping her head in something of an apology. (Liria had been sorely tempted to simply continue calling the other 'Nayru', but that was simply unprofessional) Liria had never been one for tours -- perhaps it was simply a reaction to all of the tours gone wrong, but nonetheless, they simply weren't something Liria did. "I -- ah, thank you, I appreciate it, Miss Nayru," Liria will admit she had been caught off guard by the -- not a compliment, but observation. For all Liria's beauty had been praised in the past, softly whispered about in awe, Liria hadn't expected to hear comment of it here, and so the goddess finds herself fumbling for but a moment. (for all of her serenity and grace, Liria still tended to find herself stumbling over her words). Liria didn't consider herself to be vain in the slightest, but even then Liria appreciates Nayru's words, still smiling as she bows her head a moment.
//thank you!!! <33
[align=center]∞ they'll be really fucking sorry
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