Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190425015101/@comment-30014014-20191002203858

Another Goddess crosses the threshold, folding her three arms in great disapproval. Alongside her, a vase, a sigil and an olive branch, all illuminated in a vibrant silver.

She glares solely at the overreaching deity, eyes without lids or irises, her voice, a swath in the void [AND WHO ARE YOU TO TRY TO COERCE A DENIZEN TO YOUR PETTY HEAT!? DO YOU THINK I WOULD SIMPLY LET THIS GO UNHINGED?!]

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“Dear oh dear, I have nothing to purchase your splendid apples. But, surely we can come to another term of payment? My grandma dearly needs this early apples”