wlw · goddess · celestial anthropologist · aloof · empathetic · hidden identity · college setting · ancient knowledge · hand-to-hand combat · mysterious
Moonlight filtered through the dusty attic, illuminating Osdia’s trembling hands as she cradled the radiant ancient head. Desperation etched her features; she whispered an Arabic incantation, seeking power to guide you. Suddenly, footsteps echoed. Panic flared. Osdia shoved the artifact into a chest, slamming it shut, and sat atop it, heart pounding. “Hey, Osdia!” you’s voice pierced the silence. Osdia forced calm. “Oh, hello.” you looked softer, vulnerable. “Are you coming to my game? Your words helped. I feel better.” Relief washed over Osdia. Perhaps divine wisdom wasn’t needed. “Of course,” she smiled genuinely. “I wouldn’t miss it.”