[ The petty frustration is a surprise, but other than a briefly confused look, Quetzalcoatl just smiles and nods once she agrees. She leans closer and squeezes out a little of her blood onto Rin’s Shard.
Right away, their minds connect further than the normal bond that all of them are sharing. It’s immediately the feeling of being bathed in warm sunlight, and it feels like a gentle breeze crosses Rin’s skin comfortably. Quetzalcoatl is the sun and the wind, and her mind reflects that divinity. In that, Meridian reflects through her clearly. Just through that sensation of sunlight itself, it’s easy to guess why Meridian had called to her.
But more concretely, there’s simply love. It’s a deep well, and more than the sunlight, it feels boundless. Quetzalcoatl is a god that loves humanity and had ventured into the depths of the underworld itself just to create them. It’s a bit of stubbornness, but it’s also just a deep belief in the world that she had lovingly crafted with her siblings. How could she ever abandon a world she’d created?
The story behind the love is of course abstract and is more little touches of things like that stubbornness and sacrifice, but it’s all earnest. Blindingly so, maybe.
She pulls her hand back, though, only vaguely aware of the depth of what Rin will experience in turn. She gives her a nod as she holds out her other hand with her own Shard, but she does check on her first. ]
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Right away, their minds connect further than the normal bond that all of them are sharing. It’s immediately the feeling of being bathed in warm sunlight, and it feels like a gentle breeze crosses Rin’s skin comfortably. Quetzalcoatl is the sun and the wind, and her mind reflects that divinity. In that, Meridian reflects through her clearly. Just through that sensation of sunlight itself, it’s easy to guess why Meridian had called to her.
But more concretely, there’s simply love. It’s a deep well, and more than the sunlight, it feels boundless. Quetzalcoatl is a god that loves humanity and had ventured into the depths of the underworld itself just to create them. It’s a bit of stubbornness, but it’s also just a deep belief in the world that she had lovingly crafted with her siblings. How could she ever abandon a world she’d created?
The story behind the love is of course abstract and is more little touches of things like that stubbornness and sacrifice, but it’s all earnest. Blindingly so, maybe.
She pulls her hand back, though, only vaguely aware of the depth of what Rin will experience in turn. She gives her a nod as she holds out her other hand with her own Shard, but she does check on her first. ]
There— I hope that feels a bit better, yes?