The Sunspire iii. please take my hands

oh thank you for letting me know! dove-colored works just as well, don't mind his kookiness lol

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“No?” He echoes through the dove-woman’s casted doubt, folding together sinuous limbs and seating himself with a few lengths between them. His chin rests upon the curve of his neck and with a smile he speaks, “Please forgive, špst, you draw to mind a woman I have known, once.” The air tessellates with a deep voice.

Oh, but he knows her as he knows himself. She who chases the bright bride of the sky while he follows the shining priest down into desolate forests. Many cultures give to them many names. Skoll and Hati. Yin and Yang. Maat and Isfet.

“I am Seth,” he’ll purr in introduction. “What is your name?”