[b][color=fff200]Ral[/color][/b]

Ral the god of treasures was a bit taken aback by the sudden approach at the eyes, literally. [color=fff79a]“You know, poking a man’s eye isn’t ladylike, I should say.”[/color] Ral held the hands of the goddess of fear and darkness. Or the place that was supposed to be the hands of the goddess Oao. His two hands, as if it was real, gently caressing the hands of the goddess of the Night.

Knowing very well that he couldn’t touch her, but he wanted to be a bit playful for a while. To a goddess that he hasn’t talk a lot in the long run. That was when the great arching doors opened.   A mere dream, yet she interacted more in a dreamy world than the rest of the realm.

The door lead to a long table that has an intriguing sight to the likes of the gods of treasures. A long pit of ever familiar items that was in the hands of the other chords. Some looked useful, especially with the name of his on the aspect of the fine treasures. 

The fine letter of his handwriting, the chord of his weren’t on this box, he wasn’t sure what does this mean. But it doesn’t look like the kind of trap that could be woven by any of his fellow siblings. For now, what to do here is more of the concern. A realm of dreams, that aren’t of the world of any gods or living.