Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 60th day of Spring, Broken Springs
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Oyue sat on his bed. Nullus pointed the sword at her, ready to attack. Suddenly, his sword became too heavy for him to hold.
"You know it's bad manners to point a sword to a guest." Oyue calmly said.
"Well, try telling me that before abandoning me three years ago." He spat.
Oyue simply looked at him with frustration written all over her face. It seemed like the goddess had a lot of things she wanted to talk about but chose to only speak a few choice words.
"There are things I dare not say because—" Oyue took a deep breath.
"Because you're a goddess and the deity's plans are incomprehensible to mortals." He mockingly answered the goddess. "I've heard that nonesense before, Oyue. You should know that more than I. You saw it."
