SHE was waiting. WAITING. What in the name of all that SHE is was worth HER -WAITING- for? SHE was the greatest and oldest of all who existed among the cosmos and multiverse. Since the return of Ira from the land she calls 'the Dreaming World,' SHE had singlehandedly thwarted seven hundred, one assassination attempts on HER and Cait and her lives. SHE had half a mind to crack the fabric of all reality and rewrite the pillars of mulitversal existence into naught but piles of dust for this insolence!
And SHE, SHE was WAITING!
Yes.
SHE was waiting, because SHE was going on a date.
SHE tapped HER foot gently against the dead flesh of The-Sphere-That-Hates, a gentle rumbling echoing from her mind and coalescing into a slowly gathering storm of red miasma in the sky. The gases, powerful concoctions exhumed and inhaled by the Sphere, were made to race across the sky for but mere moments before being pulled back into the great lungs of the world SHE had a hand in creating. The gases were HER idea too- the world was alive, it needed to breathe, and breathing needed to serve a purpose for the continuance of its life. Everything had to have a purpose, and every purpose a logical reason. It had to be right.
So it was that they arced their way through the atmosphere, glowing red gases of incredible light and power. And so it was that they swirled and twisted over the head of their supreme GODDESS in response to HER emotions. HER anxiety. Anxiety! For the sake of HERSELF was SHE really feeling ANXIOUS? It was just a mortal! SHE could flip HER fingers and, at a whim, recreate him perfectly as a being made solely to love and pleasure HER! It would be so easy!
It would be wrong.
SHE was anxious, because SHE was going on a date. Because that was the right thing to do. For purpose of real love, for the logical continuance of life, SHE was going on a date. It had to be right. By HER own rules, she could not be wrong. She could not make herself wrong. So she waited, anxiously, for her date. Dressed in a simple, clean white tunic with an elegant Tyrian purple palla draped over it, SHE was worried SHE had not prepared HERSELF properly. But SHE had forgone HER stola, a clear sign SHE considered HERSELF unwed and eligible, what more was there to do?
Releasing the tension in HER fingers, the storm above the sky slowly dissipated, leaving HER in total darkness a few miles away from the Foundation's little site on HER Sphere. SHE would not approach closer than this, it was for everyone's benefit. It was only right. He would come to HER, that is what was done, what was right. GODDESS SHE was HER head beat so terribly, a noise so powerful and great it threatened to drown out all else. Anxiety, the waiting, the terror...
It was right.
And SHE, SHE was WAITING!
Yes.
SHE was waiting, because SHE was going on a date.
SHE tapped HER foot gently against the dead flesh of The-Sphere-That-Hates, a gentle rumbling echoing from her mind and coalescing into a slowly gathering storm of red miasma in the sky. The gases, powerful concoctions exhumed and inhaled by the Sphere, were made to race across the sky for but mere moments before being pulled back into the great lungs of the world SHE had a hand in creating. The gases were HER idea too- the world was alive, it needed to breathe, and breathing needed to serve a purpose for the continuance of its life. Everything had to have a purpose, and every purpose a logical reason. It had to be right.
So it was that they arced their way through the atmosphere, glowing red gases of incredible light and power. And so it was that they swirled and twisted over the head of their supreme GODDESS in response to HER emotions. HER anxiety. Anxiety! For the sake of HERSELF was SHE really feeling ANXIOUS? It was just a mortal! SHE could flip HER fingers and, at a whim, recreate him perfectly as a being made solely to love and pleasure HER! It would be so easy!
It would be wrong.
SHE was anxious, because SHE was going on a date. Because that was the right thing to do. For purpose of real love, for the logical continuance of life, SHE was going on a date. It had to be right. By HER own rules, she could not be wrong. She could not make herself wrong. So she waited, anxiously, for her date. Dressed in a simple, clean white tunic with an elegant Tyrian purple palla draped over it, SHE was worried SHE had not prepared HERSELF properly. But SHE had forgone HER stola, a clear sign SHE considered HERSELF unwed and eligible, what more was there to do?
Releasing the tension in HER fingers, the storm above the sky slowly dissipated, leaving HER in total darkness a few miles away from the Foundation's little site on HER Sphere. SHE would not approach closer than this, it was for everyone's benefit. It was only right. He would come to HER, that is what was done, what was right. GODDESS SHE was HER head beat so terribly, a noise so powerful and great it threatened to drown out all else. Anxiety, the waiting, the terror...
It was right.