Aug 30, 2015
☁ [ Mayhaps ]
☁ god version of my muse
The world was quiet. Too quiet, perhaps. It was time to fix that. Straightening her skirt, the divine spirit stood. Sparks of static danced between her fingers and the fabric of the skirt. That didn’t bother her at all, however. It was only a bit of her element.
The goddess of Storms landed on the ground of the world gently. Already in her hands was a small, contained storm brewing. All she had to do would be to toss it to the sky and conduct it from here. However, the presence of a mortal made her wary. Narrowing her eyes, the Goddess turned to the blond.
“…Mortal, leave this area. Find shelter. A storm is to rage soon.”
