Screeching, Fiore let out a few swears and indignities. Freya stood from where she was before, watching him flip out.
It was hilarious to her to think a god, out of all people, would curse like a sailor!
"What's the situation, dude?"
"UGH! It happened to RAIN outside and it completely RUINED my barrier! Rain shouldn't normally ruin barriers, but, there's no trees out here. Nothing is preventing the walls from the pelting!"
Squirming, he took a few double takes. Was his paper-thin barrier ripped? Check. Did he hate Freya like always? Cheeeck. Mind you he always hated the kid, but he was stuck with her anyways... the most she could do is make him loathe her more, right?
Laughing at the dragon, she cackled a reply. "Wasn't your barrier supposed to deflect rain? For a god, you really suck at magic."
"NO! This spell from a POTION-definitely not my magic-makes it so that people don't see me from the outside world and try to, I don't know, kill me BECAUSE I'm a god?!"
His expression was ludicrous and he was spatting hot air from his mouth; literally. Pay no heed to that, but yet, he was now tearing down the barrier from the rip on purpose. He had no room for slight imperfection. The faux sky crinkled between his scaley claws, creating a distressing echo. Light from the true night sky poured in, as did rain and the grim cries of nature.
Freya swayed to her side, intoxicated by the notion of sleep. She could hardly stand, yet as it is she stuck herself firm. She let about an outcry.
"Oh. Maybe you're just a little paranoid...?"
"No! I am NOT paranoid! And that spell was most DEFINITELY a potion!"
It was hilarious to her to think a god, out of all people, would curse like a sailor!
"What's the situation, dude?"
"UGH! It happened to RAIN outside and it completely RUINED my barrier! Rain shouldn't normally ruin barriers, but, there's no trees out here. Nothing is preventing the walls from the pelting!"
Squirming, he took a few double takes. Was his paper-thin barrier ripped? Check. Did he hate Freya like always? Cheeeck. Mind you he always hated the kid, but he was stuck with her anyways... the most she could do is make him loathe her more, right?
Laughing at the dragon, she cackled a reply. "Wasn't your barrier supposed to deflect rain? For a god, you really suck at magic."
"NO! This spell from a POTION-definitely not my magic-makes it so that people don't see me from the outside world and try to, I don't know, kill me BECAUSE I'm a god?!"
His expression was ludicrous and he was spatting hot air from his mouth; literally. Pay no heed to that, but yet, he was now tearing down the barrier from the rip on purpose. He had no room for slight imperfection. The faux sky crinkled between his scaley claws, creating a distressing echo. Light from the true night sky poured in, as did rain and the grim cries of nature.
Freya swayed to her side, intoxicated by the notion of sleep. She could hardly stand, yet as it is she stuck herself firm. She let about an outcry.
"Oh. Maybe you're just a little paranoid...?"
"No! I am NOT paranoid! And that spell was most DEFINITELY a potion!"