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- Heralded by a mellifluous, melancholy swan song, Lorina drifts in from the west with two ephemeral
- cygnine wings unfurling behind her in a resplendent display.
- Lorina inclines her head politely to those around her.
- You have emoted: Avaris's attention shifts to Lorina, the glowing, stylised eyes of light upon his
- wings growing more stark in their luminosity. He does not return the gesture, and his voice is cold
- as he says, "You are a disappointment."
- Deftly raising her hand to cover her mouth, Lorina looks to you with mock shock and responds, "You
- deign to speak to me, you the mighty hero of the Empyreal?" She ends her musing with a short, curt
- chuckle before she turns back to Veldrin with a smile and a nod.
- You have emoted: The curving, immobile plates of Avaris's visored face remain as expressionless as
- ever as he stares at Lorina for a long moment, before uttering a slow, resonating note of utter
- contempt, sharp with derision. "You fling the wrong darts, wretch. Do you think She will forgive
- you? Do you even care if She does?"
- "I have no desire to seek forgiveness, for nothing wrong was done," Lorina trails off as she adjusts
- her stance placing her hand on her hip looking back from Veldrin to you over her shoulder. "I answer
- only to myself, now. The Light has proven to be -FAR- too weak," she says with malice in her tone,
- letting the words hang in the air like a cold chill of winter, her face turning back to the cocoon.
- You have emoted: The angle of Avaris's great, helm-like head shifts gradually, the ridged flare of
- his alabaster jaw gleaming in the sunlight as he studies Lorina. He turns, deliberately, to regard
- the fallen Goddess behind him, ensconced in the cocoon, and replies, evenly "Ah. Yes. You have
- clearly chosen the strongest force to back."
- Lorina runs her fingers through her chaotic hair of chromatic hues, scoffing at you as she returns
- her gaze back to the kephera. "I do not think you fully know where my loyalties truly stand," Lorina
- says she smirks turning to watch Veldrin depart, "I do not back anyone a part of this, any longer.
- Not in the sense you assume." Jabbing her hefty axe of crystal into the ground, she leans on the
- pommel returning to stare at the light-encased Goddess.
- You have emoted: A rippling cascade of rich, scornful notes forms Avaris's answering laughter, the
- sound short-lived as he turns his back to the cocoon. "You have proven that your loyalties shift and
- turn with the breeze. They are worthless, as a consequence. You are too fickle a creature." Lifting
- a massive, spiked shoulder in a languid shrug, continues, "You will turn to the next shiny object
- when it arises, no doubt."
- Trilling laughter escaping from her echoing throughout the ethereal glade, Lorina does not move
- despite the inane laughter escaping her. "My loyalties are to myself and to what can best serve my
- needs. Perception of loyalty is so mutable and malleable in actuality, that your own loyalty to the
- Empyreal stops you from seeing what is needing done when it arises," she says as she withdraws her
- axe from the soil, her hair wrapping around her and snaking about her form as the hues shift to dark
- indigo alined with azure. "I do not care that to others I look selfish and cruel, for I no longer
- worry about how others view me for I do what I believe is right, now."
- You have emoted: Extracting his upper right hand from beneath the cloak of his wings, Avaris turns
- his claws fingers aside in an unhurried arc of gleaming points of gold. "What happened to you,
- Lorina? How did you go from one so high in Her esteem to..." He gestures at Lorina in a vague
- gesture, disgust so thick in the chorus of his voice that is veritably drips from it. "This?"
- "Who says I haven't always been like?" Lorina says almost hissing in contempt as her indigo locks
- flare into crimson shades, wildly showcasing her rage in flailing locks in serpentine motion. Her
- poise now fractured, she hefts her axe over her shoulder, the huge axe much larger than her petite
- form. "You need not know my history, for what is done is done now. Forsaken followers, and chaste
- for too long in the shackles of supplication to silent Supernals." Her ethereal swan wings wave
- behind her as she turns to leave, trailing her as she stalks off with a purposeful stride.
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