Abluvion
Pre-Humanoid Era
xxxx, X.X.
Pre-Humanoid Era
xxxx, X.X.
Feelings were the
enemy.
Unda attempted to
remind herself of this fact as she paced her throne room, running a hand
through her long black hair in a slight worry. “You are a Goddess,” she hissed to herself, “You’re not allowed to have any of
these strange feelings – not like Calor, who fraternizes every day with his
ladies.”
Calor. She shuddered at
the thought of her brother.
The last time she had
been to Élan, she had witnessed her brother being
served by many ladies with wild hair and burning eyes. And he paid attention to
each and every one of them, his grin infectious and charisma upping the
atmosphere. It was only when she had cleared her throat did he realize that she
was there, and he calmly asked for his companions to return later. They left
the room without complaint, their red-orange skirts swishing as they moved out.
“Do they enjoy that?” Calor had blinked, fixing his hair.
“Enjoy what?”
“Making your ladies swoon and adore you,” she retorted dryly, sitting on a nearby chair. Calor
let the smirk return to his lips. “Before
you know it, they’ll be kissing your feet and washing your hair as well.”
“I’m not that
conceited, dear sister. And they’re the ones who choose to adore me.” He gave a non-committal shrug, “And if that’s what they please, then why should I stop them?”
“Heart and mind don’t go together, Calor.” She reminded him sharply.
“Keep telling yourself that, Unda.”
She
couldn’t feel.
Not
too much, at least.
