-Gracia, having set Solace to sleep in her bed, returns downstairs, smiling giddily at the prospect of making a new friend and having an old one come back-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(That fucking weirdo who happens to be at the head of Gracia's pantheon is scrawling/writing summat in a little notebook, apparently not getting that nothing good has ever come from anyone with a god complex doing dramatic notebook-writing.)
...A-ah, Gracia...!
(Eager wave, not terribly befitting the dignity of a god addressing his subject, but was he ever really good at that? WHEEEEEEEEZE small cough...)
...Y-you are unscathed, from— from your heroic sojourn... glory be...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Oh, I am!
He took people's flesh and made it clay, so I took his flesh and made it into actual porcelain clay and everything is happy now.
-She sits beside him, happily-
-Maeva rests outside, by a metal tree-
-Huddled on herself-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-By that metal tree, something odd plays in the light, although it is gone soon after-
-A voice dripping in dignity like an overipe berry speaks to Maeva-
Being- I entreat thee to listen! I am a traveller descended from an antique and faraway land, and do require your guidance.
-The tall figure, seemingly from nowhere, approaches, large and imposing and dressed in a thick, strange garb made of supremely fine fabric-
I was infected by the Sigma.... the Sigma Virus.
I tried to separate- to separate myself from everyone. But I still ended up hurting them.
-Outside, an alien gardening out by the forest spots Maeva sleeping-
<Ah... is it safe to leave her here?>
-Gaf notices a man approaching her and backs off quickly-
Edited by Tatsumar on Aug 18th 2018 at 9:40:59 AM
Deer

How very tough of you.
By zhe vay, is zhe mask a purposeful metaphor zhere, or is zhat unintentional?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post