undertheviolentmoon
Astrid looked down at his shoes and silently gasped when she saw his glowing, feathered winged shoes. She’d only seen it once, but have never seen the person ever again. “It is, isn’t it?’ she agreed with a small nod. “Yeah, I did. She kept talking about some god that brought her light and happiness, and she had some flying shoes on her feet. I don’t know where she is now, but I can picture her flying around with those shoes.”
Interesting. Another god? Could there be others too? He placed a hand on his hip. “You seem to attract gods. Maybe I should keep you around for a bit until I figure out who that person you met was.” He gave her a little boop on the nose. “How about this. I’ll give you a shiny, pretty necklace with some of my luck, you tell me all you know about this place? Deal?”














