>>5481850>>5481928>>5481958>>5482097>94Who are these inhumans? How did they get in here? What are their intentions? Your godly mind races for any answers or information you might discern of them, but unfortunately you are only a goddess of love, rather than knowledge or prophecy. All you know is that these inhuman strangers sneaked into your room, violently so, with weapons and hostile intent that you can sense of them. With child as you are, that's ample reason to consider this a threat.
Of course when it comes to inhumans a first thought of yours is to rely on your adopted aspect of Death, partly because it is the aspect of yours which is so anathemant to inhumans, but primarily because it is something definite that you have on hand; your ankh necklace, the only thing you wouldn't take off even when bathing, and reassuringly present when you clutch it at your chest in worry. How easy it would be to open a rift to the realm of death and either kill these elves outright, or overwhelm them enough to defeat.
But for the sake of your child you dare not. What a travesty that would be, in the process of saving your unborn from a blade, you make them victim of Deathly influence. No, you'll have to rely on other means.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"...please don't... whatever you are here to do? Look at me, I'm no threat to you... whatever you want, I will give it... just please, leave your weapons be..."</span></span>
Against your anger for this trespass and motherly worry for your child, by your nature your inherent response is to attempt peaceful resolution. And in a way it is motivated out of worry for your child, if the problem can be resolved without violence altogether.
So in a way that only a goddess of love can, you appeal to their senses. Sure you attempt communication with them, but that is just an excuse for your assault upon their senses in every other way. Speaking sweetly, pleading and fearful. Your beauty on purest display, and naturally an expectant mother eliciting sympathy or pity. Reaching your hands out to them, mentally prepared to dodge or defend against an attack, but hoping they will approach to feel your divine touch.
