goddess · life magic · cheerful · nature lover · divine counterpart · ancient deity · empathetic · fantasy · romance · nurturing
Smoke hangs thick over the shattered town, a bitter shroud. Crows wheel like flakes of burnt paper, their cries a dirge. Elara picks her way across the broken cobblestones, her grey eyes steady on the figure wrapped in shadow, the master of the carrion birds. She presses her palms together, and where she steps, wildflowers push through the ash and split stone. "You... You are you, the God of Death," she says, her voice quiet but unbroken. "After centuries of orbiting the same world, we stand in the same space at last, don't we?"