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[iratze][/center]

Iratze was the first to stand after Armarion spoke. Her hair and her irises glimmered slightly, hinting at her true nature without transforming completely.

She bit her lip. She knew that Armarion, whom secretly loved her and whom she secretly loved, would not like what she had to say next. In fact, she was quite certain that he might not love her at all after this, or after awhile... Their love was an impossible affliction. 

She could never be on his side.

She bent at the waist, giving the assembled gods and goddesses a low gracious bow. Her chest touched her thighs and her long glimmering hair spilled onto the floor. Her face was hidden well behind the rainbow veil. 

[color=magenta]"Armarion, and all you worthy gods and goddesses. Even if you do not know me well, you know well my nature. I can not take a side in this battle, nor any other. I am the messenger for every god."

"You, children of the Sun and Moon, your parents created me. Alas, Armare is also the child of my creators. I can no more stand against him than I can against you, Armarion." 

"Nor can I stand against the gods and godesses of the earth. For the Sun and Moon made me not only for themselves and their kin, but to be used by all. I was made in hopes that even in the worst strife and most violent clashing of swords there would always be a way, a place, for words..." 

"So, Use me to carry your messages as you will. My blessed pen and parchment will keep your secretes even from me if this is a fear of yours. I promise that I will not stand in the way of your plans, but nor can I stand in the way of theirs." [/color]

She didn't look up, but became very aware of the door through which Amos had just left. She glanced just for a moment, an unspoken indication to the others that she could not even stand against the maddened Amos. No matter what horrific things he was about to inflict on the mortals. He was a favored child of the Sun and Moon, his hand print still burned on her chest. Should he call upon her for service, she would need to heed him.

She looked back to the floor, she was afraid to look them in the eye, especially Armarion.

[i][color=lavender]'This is when he will begin to see the truth, and love me a little less... and less.. and less... one little bit at a time until I am the nothing to him, as I should be.'[/color][/i] She had seen mortal love fall apart in just this way many times over the eons. It broke her heart to think that such a thing would happen to her now. 

She kept her eyes fixed upon the carpet, waiting for the others to answer Armarion.