β What? Lil ol me? Doing no such thing !!β
The mischievous little trouble maker says as their their working on searching for their mask. One would think that the young would constantly have it with them, especially when there's others around! But they had been reassured that it was fine, Deities were common here so a little faceless horror should be fine! Maybe.
Their mismatched eyes are darting around the area in search for their missing items. It wasnβt just their mask but also their cap and scarf with blue gems and crystals hanging off the ends. Their tail curiously flipping to side and side wondering where they have been hidden.
They werenβt really sure if this was a prank, payback, or simply misplaced. They enjoyed being a trouble maker and used to getting blame, so its hard to say what the situation is.
The deer could almost feel her irritation tremble hard within her clenched fists.Β How dare this blasphemous creature have almost complete near disregard towards the likes of her!Β As her Deathβs Witness, she could practically feel their borrowed heated power surge through her as did her aggravation, she could barely restrain her own anguish at the sight of the starry immortal going through her Lambβs things; much less having to float in her deityβs giant resting chambers.Β The lot of what her beloved had collected, either for their own enjoyment or to keep out of another mortalβs hands, had been messily stored upon vast shelves and in chests for safe keeping.Β To have their golden cove put into disarray, it angered her more like no other in all her many lives.
But much to her dismay, she could as much not harm a single hair upon this unpredictable creature, her Emperor had tasked her to look after the little trouble maker in their stead.Β The Lamb had left the other in the night due to a last minute emergency, leaving only a note saying theyβd be back in a few days time; leaving Jewel to take care of the flock as well once more before breakfast had even been set.Β There was still much to worry over having a quick meeting with the rest of her Lambβs other Witnesses and inner circle, to plan on how to ration their food supplies until their savior would favorably return in time.Β But their sermon could wait for a few more minutes, if not to untangle what got this Fool so worked up over.Β Oh, pray to the golden chain, she hoped that this was just a misunderstanding.
Stepping towards them as the golden wood boards protestingly squeak her approach, with narrowed brows she lets out a huff.Β βAs much as the Lamb might tolerate the chaos you bring, I however do not.βΒ She crosses her arms as she steps over a tossed book that clatters to the floor with a thud.Β βWhatβs got you so worked up you canβt even look at me?βΒ Godly madness wasnβt too new for her and for the other Witnesses to deal with, and the cold chills the other brought only felt as familiar as her Leaderβs cold, harsh glare.Β The insanity still often takes some getting used to after a restful sleep, but her heart carried her further to endure the pains of her role.Β βAre you trying to look for something when it couldβve waited after the sermon?Β We only have a few minutes until I have to get things set for the rest of the flock to enjoy our morning sermon.β