- Aug 9, 2016
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- Gender
- Male
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- Him/Her/Them
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Dalia was oddly calm today. She stretched herself out on the cold ground, minding the soreness of her muscles and fresh bruises. Her training with Mal was making her stronger, more toned. She could feel the muscles in her stomach, something she hadn't been able to do before.
It wasn't just the fighting though. It was the explanations of her dreams, Mal's fractured memories flooding her head when she slept. Most of them were of a world she wouldn't ever see, the world Mal was born on. Of friendships forged in training and combat. Of a thing Dalia knew was called a 'Sun Egg.' And of becoming a god.
Most of her friends were busy today. Even Jax and Phaedra had other things to do. But Dalia hated being alone lately. When she was alone, she went looking for Nasci. Have more talks with the centipede. And the more she understood about Malara, the less she wanted to do that. But being alone, the urge rose. So she had called a less often spoken to friend, in the hopes that he would be free.
Rhymian. Dalia had hated him when she first met him. She thought he was making fun of her spider body, the same way Argenta and the others had. But he was just... quirky. It seemed all gods were in one way or another.
As Dalia waited for Rhymian to show up, she began to warm. It wasn't as hot as when she lit her webs on fire, but it wqs noticeable. She smiled and shut her eyes, basking in the warmth associated with it.
It wasn't just the fighting though. It was the explanations of her dreams, Mal's fractured memories flooding her head when she slept. Most of them were of a world she wouldn't ever see, the world Mal was born on. Of friendships forged in training and combat. Of a thing Dalia knew was called a 'Sun Egg.' And of becoming a god.
Most of her friends were busy today. Even Jax and Phaedra had other things to do. But Dalia hated being alone lately. When she was alone, she went looking for Nasci. Have more talks with the centipede. And the more she understood about Malara, the less she wanted to do that. But being alone, the urge rose. So she had called a less often spoken to friend, in the hopes that he would be free.
Rhymian. Dalia had hated him when she first met him. She thought he was making fun of her spider body, the same way Argenta and the others had. But he was just... quirky. It seemed all gods were in one way or another.
As Dalia waited for Rhymian to show up, she began to warm. It wasn't as hot as when she lit her webs on fire, but it wqs noticeable. She smiled and shut her eyes, basking in the warmth associated with it.
Rhymien couldn't float, but he often seemed like he was. He flopped down next to Dalia, head on his hands and facing her. He was grinning, something she could actually see, unlike most people.
Dalia reached out and gently bapped Rhymien on his face, laughing a bit. "Spiderman is a poser. And I think you got it reversed. I'm amazing." She laughed, the smoke pouring more freely from her clothes as they continued to warm and melt the nearby snow a bit.
Rhy was glad she could see the playful scowl he sent her way when she told him that not only was Spiderman some kind of poser, but that she was amazing and he was not – or so implied.