"Staring at the ground won't make those flowers grow, you know."

They taste the night upon their tongue, yet it is a foreign sensation, for they find themselves now in a realm bound neither in the sea nor the sky. The astral sea above is foreign too, and it leaves them bereft, for where is the star that would guide them now?

Where then, is their path to the heavens?

Yet the pathless have no choice but to carry on nonetheless. And lost as they are now, so too do the fates weave before them; whispers and rumours each a stone placed beneath their feet, for it is amongst the chaff of humanity that they seek the deserving.

For kingdomless as they are now, dethroned and without even a crown, so too does a king demand their vassals. And so too would the deserving follow them to the heavens and bear witness then to the might of a king wronged; bear withness then to apotheosis born of flame and of blood.

Bells hanging from their horns announce their presence, yet their delicate countenance betrays nothing of the blade sheathed by their side. For they know well the treachery of humankind, and death could never come too soon to the accursed gods.

For seated upon their heavenly thrones as they are now, soon too will they be sent to the hells by this argent blade, as destiny would demand.

"Rumours promise much," they muse, eyes unnaturally bright as scales shimmer upon pale skin. A warning perhaps, or mere habit. For they, would-be king, demand respect even of ants. "And standing here as we are now, we taste the darkness heavy upon the air."

"Yet we would hear it from your lips instead - think you deserving of our favour? Dare you defy the gods?"

And lovely as their visage, there is danger too in how their eyes flash then with a severity unmatched, for they, bringer of storms and they, who would drown the earth, seek naught but revenge.

And those who would stand in their path deserve naught but the taste of blood to comfort them in death.

♪  -  The performance finished by the Funtimes animatronics, the music now played soft at the stage. The ballerina, along with her small dancers the minireenas, were the only animatronics left for the view repeating some of her idle movements in autoplay: Relevé, passé, pirouette andedan. The amount of children naturally decreased after having good view of her, few pictures, a hug or two, but the crowd scattered, spread around the pizzeria to play, or rush to catch yet another attraction starting the show. Perhaps, this just wasn’t a day with an audience preferring her art. Shame. Ballora would have to bring disappointing news for yet another day...

Yet her audio sensors detect something quite near. One, two... one two steps. No more. She descents from passé on two pointes, her hands lowering into the first position, as her form slowly moves towards the sound. Someone must have stayed with her, after all, and she would make sure to make that someone would feel very special.

It had been a particularly long day. Having the early shift at the bakery and staying after her shift was over some to finish backing a few new things she was trying out, Morgan’s logical step would have been to go home. But instead she found herself at the Watering Can, wanting a beer and maybe a game of pool. Heading straight for the bar top, she ordered a quick beer and slipped her cash on the counter. Looking to her left to see what other patrons happened to be there, she caught eyes with a familiar face. Finding it too late to look away and avoid the awkward, she waved at the guy, figuring she might as well get the first bit over with. “Hey.” She spoke, and was thankful for the beer being placed in front of her so she could take a sip to be able to take a beat.

“See something you like?” John murmured low into his pillow, making it known he was awake despite not moving from his position. “Or you finally taking the watching over humans gig seriously?”

It turned out, being harassed could be a good thing. At least with surrounding circumstances as the business card she’d received from her rescuer a few weeks ago came in handy. Her trusted body guard beforehand had broken his shoulder in a nasty fall during vacation just before she had to go to a big charity event. Tons of celebrities and big names raising money to feed people worldwide. It was probably going to be boring, but, hey! It was for a good cause.

Now that she had this Dean guy, she’d made sure to give him the dress code of it being a black tie event. Her, herself had gotten a rather stunning golden dress from a designer friend of her’s. Make up was on and her hair was in easy to manage soft waves. Though she looked the part of her job, she just considered this part a fun night of dress up. Once the clock struck seven PM she was ready for their agreed upon time. Going to the lobby of her upscale apartment, she saw Dean there right on time. “Well, don’t you look handsome.” She complimented along with one of her mega watts smile. “And on time. Big plus in your favor, tonight.” A soft laugh carried the last few words of that sentence. Spying the darkly vehicle waiting for them outside and motioned for him to follow along with her. “Hoped I didn’t keep you waiting too long or anything. Are you hungry? I spared enough time for us to stop by a drive by for a quick burger or something before we get there.” In true Riley form, she was never one to skimp on meals when she could manage it.