She’s still nervous about all of this, and she can only hope it doesn’t show. It was a bold move that she’d made and she knew that it could turn bad extremely quickly. So she had to choose her words well. She didn’t deny who or what she was, it didn’t mean that she had to like her brothers and sisters or any other being on the same level as her. No one could do that, there was always some level of animosity, the could have, should haves and the thousands of years for something to go sour. A hum as she licks her lips before finally speaking, her irish lilt still threading through her words.
“Thank you very much, darling. I am a goddess, I just don’t like my family all that much. They were snobby and I haven’t been back to France in as much as a decade. Snobby brats, the lot of them. We never did agree and they found it awfully offensive that I left them for Ireland in the mid eight century and left my husband behind. He was a hack and boring. Why would I stick around him for longer than eight centuries.”
A slight pause before looking at the other, biting down on her lower lip, making sure that her hair was still firmly pinned in place. She was rather fond of it after all, she’d had it since it was originally in fashion. For a moment she thinks of telling her something else, but instead she waits for a reply, or to flee at a moments notice, though she tries to make herself appear as calm and relaxed as possible.
natharia remains still all the while as the goddess explains herself more thoroughly. chin raised, she's growing to understand that need of solice ; to become destitute from those who so often surround you ; who cling to you. it reminds her of lucifer in a way though the serpent never once rejected the other's presence — nor her absence for that matter. she watches the woman, her head slightly canted to the side now as she takes notice of every form of action as if it fascinated her. to some degree it did. but for how long could the goddess hold the devil's attention, she had to wonder? an ineresting thought. one she was eager to decipher.
❝ i always found it rather curious that your kind would marry at all. it never did make sense to me. the thought of chaining yourself to one person in such a way. for humans, i understand. but for immortals? ❞ she shakes her head, ❝ it's preposterous. i don't blame you for leaving them. ❞
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