Apollo immediately eyed the new person with key, blood-red eyes. She sighed and then took another sip of Belfast's iced tea without asking. Belfast blinked, letting her.
Apollo huffed.
A girl walked in, her long white hair reaching the ground, grazing it. Her crystal-clear white eyes came into view, no pupils or irises in them. She sat next to Belfast. Her presence was immaculate, dangerous.
A girl walked in, her long white hair reaching the ground, grazing it. Her crystal-clear white eyes came into view, no pupils or irises in them. She sat next to Belfast. Her presence was immaculate, dangerous.
Prestige sat there. Every single little move, cracked the ground in the slightest amount. She was reading a book next to Apo, who didn't seem to notice.
Prestige blinked, and the ground seemed to shake slightly. She was so powerful, the world could barely hold her up. She tilted her head, continuing to read. Apollo instinctively, only around Prestige, held onto the table from stopping her from falling.
Astoria glares at the goddess. "Young woman, knock it off this instant, or i'll hve to ask you to get out."
Belfast eyed Prestige, then tensed when she saw the ground crack slightly. Prestige wasn't even touching the ground. Standing at only 4 feet tall, her feet never touched it. She eyed Sil silently, her white eyes seeming to be blind. Which, she kinda was. In theory. Nobody really knew.
"Is there something you need little goddess?" She tilted her head... her daughter letting off more magic than this on a normal basis
Astoria Lotus wrote:
Astoria glares at the goddess. "Young woman, knock it off this instant, or i'll hve to ask you to get out."
She blinked as suddenly everything stopped shaking. Everything repaired itself. Prestige sat there, yawning.
Silvera wrote:
"Is there something you need little goddess?" She tilted her head... her daughter letting off more magic than this on a normal basis
Her blind white eyes faced her. She shook her head.
She smiles softly, approaching the goddess and smiling "hi, I'm Silvera,you can call me Sil"
"My name is Prestige. You can call me Rye. Which people call me because it is my middle name." She looked up at her, not exactly looking at her spot on. She was indeed blind.
"I suppose there are odder names out there."
Silvera wrote:
She smiles softly and pats Rye's head
She blinked. "Who's touching me?" She seemed calm about it.
Oh- She blinked.
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