>>5446393>>5446278>>5446228>>5446218>>5446161>>5446122>>5446117>>5446088>>5446078>Endure the pain and exhaustion, and put on a strong face. The people need you and you should appear your best if they are to believe you are a goddess... though your visual injuries are bound to be noticed.What kind of deity would you be if you neglected your responsibilities, and lazed about all day? Well... in your time you may have done, wasted all day relaxing in the sun, but in these dire times you can't afford it! What few people remain need you! So then you can hop out of bed, wincing from the pain although feeling better than you did yesterday. It won't be easy or pleasant, but you'll just have to endure hardship for the people. Gods know they endured enough themselves.
You even have Tyne to help you, poor man still uncertain of what your divinity means, by bringing you breakfast as prepared by the hosting noble family. You eat it just to show your appreciation to him, although more useful to you is the polished metal platter it was brought on.
<span class="mu-r">"...eesh, that wretch. Look what he did to my face! <span class="mu-i">My face!</span>"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Your beauty will always remain beyond compare, my lady."</span>
Ah, what a dear. Though more than his kind words you think you'd prefer honestly. Worse than the pain really, is having to face other people with your beauty besmirched, partly for your own pride and partly because of any misgivings it may cause mortals to have for your divinity. Again though, like your injuries you'll just have to bear with it if you want to see to the people.
<span class="mu-b">"Ah, there she is! Lovely miss Zafira, if we may-"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Sedjet, she calls herself now... young lady, we have been waiting to speak with you all d-"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"I'm sorry but you'll have to wait still, there's people out there who need me!"</span>
Of course they would be waiting in the house, imposing upon your hosts. A family member of House Swifthawk, a couple advisors, and the local bip-bop or bishod or whatever they call him, the big priest. You admire their tenacity for mortals, but you're not actually sorry as you brush them off along your way to the adoring crowd outside. Again, since you're not keeping up the disguise of mortality, you now hold all the bargaining power.
You're just curious to see how long you can annoy them before they act, and how harsh. A game of chicken, so to speak, to see who among the leadership lose patience with you and act out of line. After all, they assume you're still just an up-jumped young girl, acting big for her newfound power and popular support. In a word, a threat, as far as the rulers are concerned.
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<span class="mu-r">"Please, please try to stay calm, beha- agh! T-Tyne... Albert!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Alright, let go of her! Guards! Do your jobs already!"</span>
As eager as you are to get back to helping people, maybe you shouldn't have just walked out of the house and into the street, to embrace the mortals so easily.
