Dawn approached ever nearer despite that darkness and Sinner stands with his dished face tucked neatly beneath Celeste, his desires dulling now that she had ceased her teasing circle. What was going on, he was so totally lost that it was not even funny, it still felt so unreal to have the real flesh and blood Celeste right here next to him and he could not help but want to go find Ankh, to find the one creature that he could be completely certain was for real but he could not bring himself to leave Celeste standing here alone.
Lifting his head out from under Celeste’s chin Sinner looks at her puzzled, how could she not know who Galadriel was when she had so obviously been blessed by her gift of light. Taking a deep breath he begins to explain. “Galadriel is one of seven deities that control different elements throughout Hoof Prince, they choose followers… those who will carry on the use of their element and lead the way for others. Galadriel is the goddess of light, love and healing; better known simply as the deity of light. Yours is a gift not frequently given and in truth I can think of only a handful of others that wield her magic, three of the strongest residing right here within the northern territories in the kingdom of the Silver Lakes. Galadriel’s gift is typically only given as a first element to those who naturally embody her light, capacity to love and tendency to want other to live pain free. I have always seen you as starlight, bright and brilliant but forever doomed to be outshined from time to time. I assume that Galadriel has seen this as well and has given you the gift of light to aid you as much as others.” He drones on, trying to give her as much information as he possibly could without overwhelming her. Try as he might he was not sure that he was being very clear, but he knew who might be able to help her understand. Ankh might be better at answering these questions then he is.
Sinners head snaps up around and his body turns a bit as the sound of a familiar voice rings in his dark ears. He knew without looking who it was and a hot flush courses through him, this was not going to be an easy thing to explain and his natural male reaction to the whole thing was not going to make it any easier. The betrayal is evident in Ankh’s tone, at least to him and he turns to her, his eyes wide with fear and dancing with tears that already threaten to spill forth. He knew exactly what she would think and it was wrong, it was all wrong; all he could do was hope that she would remember that he had never hurt her, never betrayed or pushed her, he had always been accepting and gentle. However for now he had to do something, say something in his own defense but all he can force out is a simple, pleading ”Ankh.” His own tones agonizing and pleading for her to hear him out, whenever he could manage to slow his mind enough to formulate anything coherent. Standing rigid his eyes lock on Ankh’s, his love and adoration apparent, despite the fear that she might misunderstand or jump to some terrible conclusion.
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