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A sovereign, in an atypical nocturnal bout, rests alone in their throne room with naught but their own delicate hums to occupy the locality. The tune, clear and muted albeit resounding, bore a childish theme, much akin to a nursery rhyme. A porcelain hand caressed stray strands into place, curling the locks about their digits with perfect poise. As the violet springs to life in protest, a small breath huffs, and the toy is placed upon the small table as the dear god reminded themselves,

❝ Rarity is best pony. ❞

#I DIDNT BETRAY THE SQUIDS!!!!#riixn #{ crack. };

staticevent

a visit

#{ garland my brethren with lofty ideals; o god almighty. };#{ precious progeny; dress the universe with a purest fragrance. };

riixn:

[ DRAGS U BACK TO ETI KICKING AND SCREAMING ]

#oh but my dear kaye #im already here #riixn #{ outofpiety. };

do you ever just a god

#hi #its ya girl kemia with a public announcement #{ outofpiety. };

dearest.

Delicate zephyrs, even at this point of the year, were not biting. The climate of their Eden sat just degrees from perfect; gratifying, in that the milky expanse speckled above them like a melting pot of lights in many shades. A faint aroma caressed their senses, eliciting a drawn inhale and further drawn exhale. They really should go out at night more often.

Normally Etihw did not dwell the night as their counterpart often did, but on seldom nights they found themselves aroused from rest for some reason or another. Irises laced with something like gunpowder, they took to wherever they knew he would be at a time such as this. They meant not to educe stress, and at first hesitated, but a feigned demeanor in support of a "c'est la vie" dressed them, curling their visage vaguely upward. Divine satellite enveloping the view, Etihw sauntered forward into the open space.