[ It’s flattering to hear that Amos things so highly of her, but it’s truly secondary compared to her concern for him. Even that qualifier—“I think”—doesn’t bother her in the slightest. ]
Por supuesto.
[ There was never any question. If she could help, she would. That’s true for just about anyone in Kenos, because that’s the kind of person (the kind of god) she is, but Amos is still special amongst them. They were friends. She’d shared drinks with him, laughed with him, shared this very bed warmly and happily. Quetzalcoatl loved easily and openly, so she’d do just about anything for him. So, this much was easy.
She thinks about the spell that she was taught and focuses on it more than she normally might, like adding that focus could make it stronger (it doesn’t). The magic of it gathers at her fingertips as a dim, warm glow, the light of Meridian itself infused through her. It’s not nearly as intense as how Meridian had infused him under the Tree of Life, of course… But it is still Meri magic. Wherever her skin touches him, that’s enough to draw in that discordant energy.
It does take some concentration on her part, so partially to help with that, partially just for not really knowing what else to do… She starts to hum a song. It’s an old song, truly ancient by Amos’s time, but it’s a soft, gentle melody. That’s the real point. ]
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Por supuesto.
[ There was never any question. If she could help, she would. That’s true for just about anyone in Kenos, because that’s the kind of person (the kind of god) she is, but Amos is still special amongst them. They were friends. She’d shared drinks with him, laughed with him, shared this very bed warmly and happily. Quetzalcoatl loved easily and openly, so she’d do just about anything for him. So, this much was easy.
She thinks about the spell that she was taught and focuses on it more than she normally might, like adding that focus could make it stronger (it doesn’t). The magic of it gathers at her fingertips as a dim, warm glow, the light of Meridian itself infused through her. It’s not nearly as intense as how Meridian had infused him under the Tree of Life, of course… But it is still Meri magic. Wherever her skin touches him, that’s enough to draw in that discordant energy.
It does take some concentration on her part, so partially to help with that, partially just for not really knowing what else to do… She starts to hum a song. It’s an old song, truly ancient by Amos’s time, but it’s a soft, gentle melody. That’s the real point. ]