[ If there’s one thing to be grateful for with this strange, thick blood, she won’t complain for its slower flow now. Piercing the body with precision is something that she knows, so the wound on her tongue won’t be much more than a stinging presence on her tongue once the bleeding does stop, but blood is still thick in her mouth and on her teeth. She spits a mouthful to the side, but her expression does light up with interest as Voryn mentions music. It’s another little similarity between their people, but she’ll speak with him about that another time.
A poem does come to mind, though she does almost laugh as she considers it. It’s… a bit odd for her to be the one saying it, since the flower songs were something she considered very mortal (and beautiful in that), but Nezahualcoyotl’s words work well for what Voryn suggests.
Quetzalcoatl gives Voryn a look of appreciation that goes unseen as he hums out his song, but then closes her eyes to half speak, half sing an ancient poem in Nahuatl to join Voryn, though their meters are certainly different. Still, if they have a sharp ear, they might catch a familiar name a few times in the poem as she mentions, well. Herself. It’s a poem she remembers because it praises her in part, though other gods are also included. ]
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A poem does come to mind, though she does almost laugh as she considers it. It’s… a bit odd for her to be the one saying it, since the flower songs were something she considered very mortal (and beautiful in that), but Nezahualcoyotl’s words work well for what Voryn suggests.
Quetzalcoatl gives Voryn a look of appreciation that goes unseen as he hums out his song, but then closes her eyes to half speak, half sing an ancient poem in Nahuatl to join Voryn, though their meters are certainly different. Still, if they have a sharp ear, they might catch a familiar name a few times in the poem as she mentions, well. Herself. It’s a poem she remembers because it praises her in part, though other gods are also included. ]