where?: up in the air (literal)
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Zahrya found the entire notion of this “Mercuralia” to be such an affront that he’ll surely end up screaming his every displeasure in Marzia Bianchi’s face in due time. That’s not what had him venturing out of the forest on a cloud of enchanted fog though. Above the festivities, out of sight of the crowds, he floats on the swirling puff as he awaits for the subject of his summons. Whatever Marius was doing down there was objectively less important than a conversation with spring’s herald, so Zahrya didn’t see anything wrong with having the fog cart the demon away without explanation. “Take a short moment to appreciate my radiant beauty, but I don’t have time to waste so pay attention,” he informs Marius as soon as the other is deposited on the cloud. “I won’t be participating in this disgusting, disrespectful ceremony, however ... when I saw Alastor leave for it earlier I didn’t feel angry. I had was some other impulse, like I wished to give thousands of children right there. Similar to love I suppose, but not really. As I can’t do much about the urge his apparel inspired, tell me what other gift would be able to convey that same feeling. As a demon, your input is invaluable.”
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