As important as the Festival of the Sun was, the lack of the fire spirit’s attendance was unsurprising. Iblis wasn’t a celebratory person. The god would rather watch his subjects enjoy themselves than get involved. It /was/ his festival, after all. Or, at least, partly his festival. He viewed it as selfish to worship a part of himself.
Thus why the fire deity had chosen to spend the rest of day atop the dam that overlooked the city of water. What he hadn’t expected was a lone figure to beat him to it. She sat on the edge, watching the citizens below. She must have noticed his presence, because she had turned around to look at him only seconds after he arrived. He recognized her in mere seconds - she was the one masquerading as a hero in the dark nights years ago. How could a god forget one who fought valiantly for his people?
“It’s you,” He said simply, voicing his recognition.
Alex’s ear gave a small twitched as she looked at the other fearfully.What the-? Did she know this guy? Well, he knew her because of her mistake on that night.
He didn’t look familiar. And he looked pretty scary too. Her fur ruffled a bit, a defense mechignisim to make herself seem bigger. She began to stand up, left side now facing the city.“I’m sorry, do I know you?” She spoke bluntly, with a thick scottish accent.
As the last bit of sun went down, fireworks began going off,highlighting the dam in multiple colors. Alex’s attention turned away from the deity in front of her to the princess aboard a boat drifting through the channels. Her face began to sting a little from the memory of last year.
“Yer not going ta give me crap about what happened last year, are ye?”
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