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[center][h1][i][color=f7976a]Anath Homura[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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[indent][indent][h3][color=f7976a][i]Shelter VI[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@Miss Reiya][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a][i]"Will you answer or avoid the question? The veneer of valor to veil your cowardice, mother? What's wrong with you?"[/i] The toy continued, criticizing its creator in a cruel tone while she stood silent and still. Anath Homura had averted her gaze when her work began to talk, and a tear trailed along the contours of her cheek, falling from her face to the floor. The other toys, genial and glistening, consisting of commoners and heroes, children and elders, warriors and healers, animals and plants too, all content to be the playthings of children while the pink toy complained.

	[i][b]"I apologize... I shall step away."[/b][/i] Anath Homura said softly, turning to stride towards the secluded throne she came from. Forlorn. Foolish. Fearful. Forsaken. The set of small toys lingered - the talkative one laying itself down and losing its pink light - then suddenly transforming into a colorful peacock feather.[/color]

[indent][indent][h3][color=f7976a][i]Homura with Horns II[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@Duckie][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a]Anath Homura smiled after her song had come to a conclusion, and the one whom called herself Calliope had awakened. Her hand clasped the scarred hand of the fey-tiefling, helping her up from the frigid ground, and suffusing her with warmth.

	[i][b]"I am Anath Homura. A pleasure to meet you, Calliope. Hmm... there is food to be found in the tavern there."[/b][/i] The genial goddess said, gesturing to the structure that stood nearby. Her single ruby-red eye stared at the chain that clung to the fey-tiefling, and graceful fury burned brightly in her fiery gaze.

		[b][i]"Shall we seek some solace within shelter?"[/i][/b] She asked, and as she spoke, echoes of her ethereal song still sounded throughout their surroundings, faintly heard. A soothing, yet forlorn, serenade that tingled the senses.[/color]

[indent][indent][h3][color=f7976a][i]House on Fire III[/i][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][sub][indent][indent][@LadyAmber][/indent][/indent][/sub]
		[color=fdc68a]The attention of Anath Homura was always an arcane sensation as her astute aura suffused the storyteller. As Fiona spoke, animated with alcohol, Anath Homura had heard and accompanied the drinking dwarf through the tales of her travels - experiencing each and every encounter she described.

	She stayed silent and smiled as she immersed herself in imagination and intoxicating diegesis with the dwarf. Afterwards, she shared a serene look and leaned away with languid wonder. [i][b]"Your laughter is like liquid light, servant of Breanne. Hmm... you have come to the tavern that has a myriad of names, and no names at all. The path to the dwarven lands lies in the past - simply stride through the door you came through. Though have you a desire in your heart that drink has yet to quench?"[/b][/i] Anath Homura asked as she tilted towards Fiona, and peered at the priestess with a white-rose and solitary eye, piercing and sorrowful.[/color]