Cheth taps at her chin and stares into the distance. Phaedra recovers.
Phaedra: First time for everything, right?
She ties her hair back into place and seems to gather her wits.
Phaedra: Failing once in a while can be healthy. You should try it more often.
Cheth: Don't be a brat!
The goddess wheels around to face the cheeky princess and brandishes a finger, eyes glowing with fury. The word is passed from soul puppet to soul puppet as they huddle behind the black haired woman, who is the most defined of them all.
Cheth: Brat. Brat! Brat… Brat!
Phaedra: Don’t be a sore loser. <3
She’s grinning and getting to her feet. Cheth glowers, arms crossed, and Phaedra wheedles at the goddess, giddy with relief and pride.
Phaedra: So, how about my request? Will you grant it? Huh? Come on now.. If you don’t I’ll have to report you to your scary big sister, won’t I?
Menacingly, Cheth’s scowl shifts into a smile and the red aura around her brightens.
