⠀ ⠀ ( * she looks away, pursing her lips in a look comparable to a child being caught lying. a smile pulled, pupils back to him —— she shakes her head. )
⠀ ⠀ `` unto thy tavern shall I never come、yet seek thee out、I shall — thus do I bid thee: sweets upon thy person ever keep、for one day shall the crow come in search of bread. ``
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⠀ ⠀ `` impossible is such、mark’st thou? hidden cannot strength be、whatsoever the odds — removed men from the ordinary、never men becometh unto ordinary. ``
"I belong to no group of gods, and I just wish to be treated normally so that people don't expect miracles out of me. Or try and use me for my powers or strength.
I'd sooner by known as a Goddess of the Tavern or something."
A small laugh came out of her at the idea.
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⠀ ⠀ `` how in every pantheon’s holy lú did that happen、 AM I BEING PUNISHED FOR BEING A GODDESS OF DEATH .ᐟ .ᐣ kuu——GUWAH .ᐟ ( * 💢 ) `` she lowered, perched upon her foot with her knees bent; likewise to a bird —— hands defeatedly dropping onto her head.