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Mortals liked to dream up some fantastic things. Apparently she was fantastic by their standards, too, although she didn’t quite see herself as particularly so. She was a deity. A goddess. An immortal. But outside of that, she was actually pretty normal!
At least, she thought so. But considering how her reception was hit-or-miss with some people, she tended to keep quiet about it as long as she could.Â
That’s why, while strolling along at night in a supposedly not-so-safe part of the city she was in (she never knew where she was, to be honest), she feigned a nervous smile as a mugger approached her.
“--I really don’t have anything,” she turned out her pockets, voice more insistent than pleading. “See? There’s no need for such aggression...”
