FICTION
Looking back to the man she found his free hand
strand. So when I see something I never touched?”
appeared to have been glowing previously, only
Her fingertips barely brushed against the rocks
to have it gently fade away under her gaze.
face but at even the warmth of her smallest fiber
“Are all egyptians this-” His free hand
the world lept to please her. Strands materialized,
motioned towards her general person with
wrapped around her index finger, and sprang out
an irritated twitch of his eyebrow.
into view in vibrant golden colors. “I get really
“This curious? Hm, Maybe. I am
because I never wove this.”
curious, even more so when,” The other hand
met the golden strands, manipulating the world
Silence.
and in a golden show of sparks came a bow. Her
For a moment the goddess could only smirk
bow, the same one that fed hundreds and wove
at the look upon the man’s features. The strange
the most intricate of designs into landscapes and
awareness behind the glowing eyes vanished,
waters. “I can still manipulate the threads.” The
all sense of control was taken away for a small
goddess turned to him, armed and smiled.
moment from him and instead she had it.
“You did. . . what?” His voice, previously
Smiled.
His mouth twitched upwards. Amusement all
booming with confidence mixed with an air of
too present in his eyes now, knowing things she
superiority, vanished to a whisper of disbelief.
didn’t, aware of something she wasn’t. “Why are you
Wings, unseen before, flexed into view behind
here, weaver?” He swept an arm to the chugging
his hair. They connected at his shoulders, having
landscape around them, taking the moment to
previously been closed up and hidden by his
shift his staff into a higher grip. It’s slowly ticking
frame. They had no feathers, no bones, they
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