pretending the damage doesn't matter
The fertility goddess was very . . . lonely. She needed a new man to fix, one to pour all of her attention into. She was often used as a result of the way she was, wanting to just fix any handsome male who crossed her path with a broken heart. Yet she either got tired of them, or just plain got bored. Her hopes were to find someone here in Nightingale, but she had no luck as of late. She would have to wander, maybe even find someone to bring home with her.
Her days were dull and dry, so when a call from Hecate came through the chilled air, she felt a jolt of excitement as she came out of her den. The blue moonstone shining on her pelt as she moved swiftly through the frosted trees. As she came to the clearing, she noticed quite a few new faces - And Amalthea not on the throne. Instead of even Cato, Hecate sat. Confusion set in on her face, but she dismissed it knowing it would likely be brought up as to why. Instead, she sat closer to the orange Krustallos wolf, her head high before she bowed it to Hecate. "Hecate, I’m not sure if we’ve formally met yet besides the last meeting. I’m Umbrielle, I was placed as Zeta under Cato and Amalthea's ruling."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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we settle for nothin' ever after. let's slip away
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