User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161106182334/@comment-30014014-20161107020208

''The jester looks at her hand, overlaping his. He lifts his shrouded visage, to meet her eyes'' "Do gods tend to think similary with each others? Despite the difference in their cultures, weapons, way of life, way of speech and others, I see a striking ressemblence among you all. Why do I say this?"

''He slowly rises, to stand up, his eyes now locked at the ceiling, from which a small soothing rift opens. It opens to someone... that someone, with golden hair, a design in clothing so foreign, so alien, yet gentle, inviting to others. This entity, thie female, looking back at the man in the mask. They look at each other, yet she is not invisible to anyone wishing to see.''

"You sound like her. My patron. This, this is the one from which you word echo with. I'm starting to think, maybe I have been denying myself and possibly someone, companionship...maybe".

''The rift closes, a tiny sawrm of butterflies coming forth, all perching on the man, resting. The jester looks at Hound'' "Good sir, I bid you to take good care of this lady. Her words are true, her actions, less then ill-willed".