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Ickol drummed her fingers on her small ‘throne’, pleased with herself she has managed to accomplish something since the past cycle. Through her loose connection to Icoal, she was unofficially the patron of Krassmas, and so long as someone with a better claim to it did not arrive, she continued to get more prayers from even her nonbelievers so long as they celebrated the holiday. True, they didn’t know they were praying to her, and she didn’t get any souls from the deal, but it still felt good to have a little bit of circumvention dangling in front of the pantheon’s eyes but all blind to it, and her.
There were no awkward questions for her so far, it seems enough time has passed for THE Krassmas to fade a bit from the pantheon’s concerns.
She thought about visiting the Vril and congratulating (and testing) them on their victory, but this new arrival was certainly unexpected. Where had Divisi gone? She thought about introducing herself, but Ocaeril’s presence immediately nixed that idea for her, so she settled with observing from her throne and trying her best not to let her eyes wander too much about the goddess’ form. The fact the braggart was claiming her to be his mother was certainly another point of interest.
She considered asking Helsa about what had happened with the three Yule Lads she had attacked during Krassmas. It was apparent the angel had been spared and released for reasons unknown, but the fates of the knights was still a source of mild curiosity. Actually, she was a little curious about them in general. Even as the Yule Lass, she didn’t really understand what their deal was. Where did they come from? Were they like, siblings, family, lovers, best bros? It wasn’t really clear. Then again, she wasn’t particularly invested in the Yule Lads in general, anyway. And it looked like Helsa was now being drawn in by Ocaeril’s field of irritancy. Shame. That one was sometimes fun, but she had awful taste in men.
Ickol drummed her fingers on her small ‘throne’, pleased with herself she has managed to accomplish something since the past cycle. Through her loose connection to Icoal, she was unofficially the patron of Krassmas, and so long as someone with a better claim to it did not arrive, she continued to get more prayers from even her nonbelievers so long as they celebrated the holiday. True, they didn’t know they were praying to her, and she didn’t get any souls from the deal, but it still felt good to have a little bit of circumvention dangling in front of the pantheon’s eyes but all blind to it, and her.
There were no awkward questions for her so far, it seems enough time has passed for THE Krassmas to fade a bit from the pantheon’s concerns.
She thought about visiting the Vril and congratulating (and testing) them on their victory, but this new arrival was certainly unexpected. Where had Divisi gone? She thought about introducing herself, but Ocaeril’s presence immediately nixed that idea for her, so she settled with observing from her throne and trying her best not to let her eyes wander too much about the goddess’ form. The fact the braggart was claiming her to be his mother was certainly another point of interest.
She considered asking Helsa about what had happened with the three Yule Lads she had attacked during Krassmas. It was apparent the angel had been spared and released for reasons unknown, but the fates of the knights was still a source of mild curiosity. Actually, she was a little curious about them in general. Even as the Yule Lass, she didn’t really understand what their deal was. Where did they come from? Were they like, siblings, family, lovers, best bros? It wasn’t really clear. Then again, she wasn’t particularly invested in the Yule Lads in general, anyway. And it looked like Helsa was now being drawn in by Ocaeril’s field of irritancy. Shame. That one was sometimes fun, but she had awful taste in men.