Gently, almost too gracefully, his hand waved in dismissal of her worry. “I’m fine. Being in one form or another for too long… takes energy.” Mariku’s eyes rolled to one side, narrowing; he was dizzy, as usual, but it would pass. Despite his unwell appearance, his steps were sure as he crossed the room, eyes boring into the woman’s very soul. “Goddess, you say? Goddess of what, exactly?”
Eris sighed, her hand lowering as he dispersed her concern, yet worry she still did. He was clearly unwell in her eyes yet.. If he wished to be so. Her eyes wandered down to his feet, unsteady and lopsided where he stood til her own azure hues shot back to his face, taking an involuntary step back as he advanced.
"I-" She paused, chewing her lip nervously. It was not often that applause or excitement came upon hearing her title yet Eris was not one to lie…
”..discord,” the goddess muttered, glancing away and back up once more. “I am.. Eris.. Goddess of Discord and Chaos..” Her tone was flat and unimposing, as though she did not like her own power nor name.
WHERE. DID YOU ALL. COME FROM. I LEFT TO SEE THOR DARK WORLD AGAIN AND WAT- who promod me?
WHY AM I FIVE AWAY FROM MY NEXT HUNDRED NUMBER?????
Odette had placed her carefully in luxury and safe keeping, a room that was open, so if she were to awaken earlier than planned, she would not panic at being sealed away. She was, however, in one of the rooms that was seen through all mirrors and glass to the darker Goddess. Wherever she was in Tartarus, if she found a shard of broken glass or mirror, she could look in on her sleeping guest. The room was golden and lush, all fabrics and decor like a sun spot for her, Odette hoped hay Greydove would awaken one day to it, with little worry as how she was taken care of. In her Star Room, far between both reality and Illusion, she kept an active eye on her work, but kept her promise, as all that stayed in Tartarus were linked to her…as the realm of Tartarus was both hers to command, and hers in body. If her delicate love stirred to awaken, she would know…
It was nearly thirteen months to the day that Greydove had fallen asleep when at last she began to stir. At first it was merely her breathing that change. With a deep inhale, her lips parted into a sigh, her heart picking up as her conscious began to rise. It took a few minutes to set in but soon after, for the first time in over a year, Greydove’s eyes fluttered open slowly, staring round the room curiously.
Where..? She mouthed, yet no words came out. Her vocal chords were out of use and hoarse, needing time before she could find her voice. Odette, the goddess mouthed, rolling upon her side, smiling at the beautiful surroundings.