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[color=lavender][Iratze][/color][/center]

[@Blackmist16]

Iratze saw Armarion’s scowl just before she dipped her head to bow. His eyes full of storm clouds. She waited, then she was relieved to hear his voice greet her in a light pleasant tone. Thankfully he was not one to 'shoot the messenger'. She stood smiling. The storm in his eyes was gone, replaced by something else.

Iratze was perfectly oblivious to the way Armarion felt about her. He kept that secret too well.

Herself and Armarion had always been on friendly terms. Though she had carried many messages to and from the god of magic, she also spoke to him outside her work. She had always thought his interest in her derived from some hope she might unintentionally divulge information about the other gods and their business. Iratze liked listening to Armarion, she was always curious about what he might say... He knew so much, kept so many books… Yet, she never pried into his secrets. She imagined that if she ever did pry, Armarion would go all out [i]rage mage[/i] and blast her to smithereens with magical missiles… 

Yet, she did not fear the god. He could keep his secrets. Even to his own detriment...

[color=magenta]“It has been a long time.”[/color] After the war the gods-on-earth drifted apart. They had less and less interest in speaking to one another, and therefore, less use for Iratze officially. Some kept in touch, but to others she was a reminder or days past and wished to avoid her, and more didn’t care either way. She drifted through the mortal world, running into the others from time to time. 

[color=magenta]“Of course I will.”[/color] She fell into step beside him, presumably, on their way to find Tetsuo. They left the park and began walking through the city. She noticed that peculiar expression on Armarions false face. It was... a glimmer in his eye. She had seen it there before but could not quite identify its meaning. Did he suspect she had her own secrets? Would she need to guard herself against the faceless god?

She had thought about Armarion in his absence from her life. She had thought about what she might say when she saw him again, but now that he was here the goddess felt herself floundering for words and blushing slightly with embarrassment. Then, finally...
 
[color=magenta]“Are you still writing?”[/color] She asked in a bubbly voice. She had always liked to read his books. He didn’t let her read [i]everything[/i], of course, otherwise he would be a lousy god of secrets.