"Heka's claws, I think," she says, staring at the door. "That spot there, where the claws aren't quite aligned properly, his are like that. I got to see more of them than I cared to."
"There is some, near our lair," Kreyu admits, flushing. "Our humans, they worship us as gods. Worship me as a goddess of magic, of healing." For all that Kreyu is not comfortable with her own divinity, that 'our' is still there. "When I was there last, there was an image of me with scales of obsidian and amethyst eyes."
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"There is some, near our lair," Kreyu admits, flushing. "Our humans, they worship us as gods. Worship me as a goddess of magic, of healing." For all that Kreyu is not comfortable with her own divinity, that 'our' is still there. "When I was there last, there was an image of me with scales of obsidian and amethyst eyes."