Thread:TurquoiseEmber/@comment-40162417-20190928210250/@comment-35137341-20191006232845

(AAH LATE)

Aetolia was watching the scene, from her viewpoint sitting in the crook of a tree. The mortal--no. Not mortal. The aura that emanated off of him hinted at something else, something ethereal. Like herself. It was a demigod, a demigod that was heroic. A demigod that could possibly accomplish the quest, the one that she'd been waiting for centuries to assign to a worthy demigod.

Was he worthy?

She'd wait and see.