[center][b]Astarte, Goddess of Magic[/b]
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- Nothing important really.[/hider][/center]

She crossed her arms over her chest as Ferghus appeared. She threw a smile in his direction as she shrugged. 

"The conflict? We-" 

Sauranath interrupted her. She waited until he finished speaking and resumed her speech. "Basically, Sauranath, the God of Fire Breathing Lizards, is threatening to attack both Vestec and I because we're playing with a dragon. He seems to believe all dragons are his, and he also seems to believe we should care about his beliefs." Astarte frowned and snarled as she glared at Sauranath. "You should stop calling them Star Children too, that sounds really diminutive. They're not children, and they certainly aren't yours to babysit either." 

As a show of defiance, she looked at the Dragon she had been taming just a moment ago and spoke, "Are you property of this whiny lizard?"

"... N-No?"

Astarte smirked and turned back to face Sauranath. "See? He's not yours, so go breathe your fetid fire on someone else."