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Characters: Lenneth (

virginwarrior), OPEN
Setting: The meadow (floor 25)
Format: Starting with bracket span, either is fine though
Summary: Lenneth has been here a few days (about a week) and has been on guard thanks to Lezard. So she takes some time to try to relax.
Warnings: None, unless Lezard decides to be a creeper

[The All-Mother was surprisingly fond of plants and gardens. Surprisingly only because, as Platina, she had died in a meadow of Weeping Lilies. And then had her soul ripped to shreds by her sister in that same meadow. Those were only two occasions though and now she couldn't die (easily) and her sister couldn't take this body from her.

So the silver haired goddess was glad to sit in a small patch of grass and run her fingers over it, watching some flowers bloom at her touch. A gods Divine Materialization ability was very handy at times although it wasn't often used for something like this. Typically, it was used to create weapons and armor for that god or the warriors that served them.

Today she sported a plain dress, since her armor seemed to be a bit overwhelming for some. Lenneth did have Levantine strapped around her waist however. And anything else she needed could easily be summoned to her, whether it be her armor or a different weapon.

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It is my name, yes. The only one I have ever known, in any case.

[Lenneth laughs very softly, almost a giggle really.]

Ah, they are divine beings then. Gods?

I once acted as Chooser of the Slain, a goddess who gathered the souls of fallen warriors so that they may fight for the gods.

[ Haldir nods slowly, never once taking his eyes off Lenneth. Something about the young maiden unnerved him but also welcomed him at the same time.

There's a great power lurking within this girl, a power that demands his respect. ]

Therefore, you are a "goddess" of some kind. I suspected as much but I never intended to be so rude about it.

I would not have found it rude. I was making no effort to hide what I am.

[Except she kind of was by wearing a plain dress rather than her armor. Although, she could have easily suppressed her divine aura if she had so wished.]

I am a goddess though, yes. I am the Goddess of Creation in the world that I hail from.

The Goddess of Creation...?

[ Almost wondering if this woman shared heritage the Maia of legends old, Haldir finds himself staring at Lenneth again in pure amazement. How could someone so young be the Goddess of Creation? Of course he could sense she possessed a very old and ancient soul, but still--]

It shames me to know that even "goddess" aren't immune to the evil that lurks here.

[ With that said, Haldir lowers his gaze and sighs. ]

You shouldn't be trapped in such a glided cage.

[Lenneth merely smiles and brushes back a stray hair that she couldn't catch when she braided her hair.]

There are worse fates to suffer through. If I find a way to return home, I'm sure that I will find a way to restore Yggdrasil. I did once before.

And I've gladly got the company of Aelia and Platina.

[And Lezard but she's not happy about that.]

Oh?

[ He couldn't help but arch his brow once the Goddess stated the names of her friends. ]

Is it safe for me to assume that they are "Goddesses" as well?

No, they are not. They are close, however. Aelia is one of my einherjar, a woman whose soul I once collected to fight for the gods. Platina is...

[Well, it was more complicated to explain Platina.]

She is who I used to be, a young human woman who houses the soul of another me. I never awoke where she came from, my sister awoke in my place.

One act as your valiant warrior and the other houses your other soul?

[ If his eyes weren't as wide as saucers before, then they certainly are now. He stares at Lenneth in disbelief, almost wondering why the Goddess has two souls instead of one. While he truly wished to pry more regarding the Valkyrie's past, Haldir knew better than to do so.

Out of respect, the elf will rein in his curiosity for once. ]

They both sound as if their value lies beyond than just the service they give you, my lady.

That is the most simple of explanations, yes.

[She would have a hard time explaining it, because she's not from a point where she could explain differences in time or reality.]

I care about them, they're my friends. And I feel like I need to protect Platina, since she cannot speak.

She cannot? That poor child...

[ A look of surprise settled in Haldir's gaze. ]

I have heard that many mortals are born with such imperfections but it's still quite a shame that she cannot speak.

Trauma, I believe, was the cause. Her Master traded his life for that of one slain by an undead monster. If events continued as they did when I was awake.