glowfic | A misplaced goddess

Tisvetaia sends one of her manifested forms to go investigating a town that's just skirting the definition of 'near' to her domain. She's heard something about a sickness in the area, she'd like to see if there's any stock to that claim, and if there is, how best to act upon this. They're not her people, but they are people. They matter, even if they don't worship her.

And then the ground ceases to be under her.

She notes, with an air of calm, that this manifestation is plummeting out of the sky. Well. Can't turn the body into a bird at a rate that will actually save it. Can't spontaneously grow wings at a speed that will be at all helpful to not splattering all over the ground in a messy fashion. She sighs. At this distance it's not guaranteed to splatter her all over the ground in a messy fashion. That's something.

The goddess's manifestation hits the ground with a crunch and a distinct lack of pain. She could feel pain, if she wanted to, but she declines. So instead she sits back up immediately with an annoyed huff, and gets to checking her body for injuries. Her leg is broken badly enough that a bit of lava oozes out, singing the grass below her. She has other injuries, but they're minor and less debilitating than the leg.

"Well, damn," she says, in a tone that sounds like she forgot her keys. "That's annoying."

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"Damn, I'll have to start over, won't I," she says, not at all serious.

He laughs.

She smiles.

"My acolyte would be very confused if I suddenly went evil," she says, more seriously. Also likely he'd be trying to kill her. As is right and proper.