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[madgoddess]

you call upon Quintessa, the Prime of Life "Whether you are a creation of mine or not, you are welcome here..." ( . audio | video | text | action . )

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[madgoddess]

[ The Prime is the very picture of motherly concern, cradling Mikaela and running her hand gently across the young woman's back. A role she's gotten better at embracing lately with more aboard the ship taking her into their confidence. ]

It was not one you sought, then.

[ It wasn't a question. ]

It won't happen again. I will make you an intercessionary today, if you'll accept it.

[ She wants to know what the vision was of, but she will wait until Mik's had a chance to calm. ]

[hotwires]

[it takes her about ten minutes or so to get it out, because every time she feels like she calms down, her mind just goes back to that poor, hurt little creature crying in so much agony and fear. it takes some genuine effort to actually calm down enough so quin isn't stuck with her wailing for hours and hours.

it's nice resting against her shoulder, as much as it can be in this situation. mikaela's never had a parental figure that would comfort her like this. she's never really had anyone that would.

she stays silent for a long time even after her face has dried, considering what quintessa says.]

Maybe. I get these for a reason-- I accepted this knowing it wouldn't be easy. [mikaela pulls back, red faced and unkempt, frowning.] I don't know the answer to that.