Pele? Pele?!
As in the Hawai'ian volcano goddess?
Vesta, where the hell did you come up with this? I mean, fae, I can deal with. Kitsune, weirwolves, even the damned djinn. I'm used to weird things wandering in here. But god-touched? Hell--god-bor--
Oh, dammit. Kingfisher. ****. ***** ** * **** *****.
*twists around to glare at Dante* Don't you dare. Yes, it would probably work. Yes, the modern Fire-eyes arc would fit it. But NO. There are limits.
*turns back to Vesta* Stop playing with the lava. Please. It looks like mercury in your hand, yes, and it's an amazing image. Please. Thank you.
Christos, I don't know. Ask Damien. I'm sure there's someone around here he's mad enough at to apply that to.
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*slackjawed* I knew Aodh liked dancing to the French stuff. He the one taught you to do that? Oh, the Morrigan? Figures, he taught her.
. . . . *whispered* Lord and Lady, I never knew. *slightly dazed* Lady Larathia? I don't know when this happened, but Dante and Vesta appear to be a pair. To the point he's actually dancing with her . . .