She frowned. Crii had been on her toes and working her butt of just to stay alive for years. She glanced at the Goddess before looking away. She sighed, rubbing her temple. She didn't understand how such a girl could be this way. So... strong? Was that the word? Or confident...?

"Sorry... just... I'm cautious. My Sire's final words were to watch my back, and that's what I'm doing." She stated, looking back toward the woman.

She laid down, folding her tiny arms over her chest. How rude. How...
Naive.
Was it not she who hung across the sky? Was it not she who gave them light? Was it not she who gave them life? Who controlled the tides?
She promised the girl protection. The girl would not believe her.
The girl remained without belief.
She felt her anger flaring.
"The conversation has been ended."
Outside, in a pond far into a woody area near the city, the pond's waters began to roll into themselves with an almost violent force, white-capping with no wind, in the direction of the hustle-and-bustle.

Crii visibly flinched. She looked back and sighed, looking toward the door. She walked over to it, pulling back the curtain and peeking out, checking where the sun was located via shadows. She stared toward the ground before back at Cexlan. With a sigh, she slipped out the door, closing it and inching her way around until she found the bathroom. She slipped inside, shutting the door and leaning back against it, leaning her head back against the door with a loud crack, skull pounding from the force.

"Damn it... Crii, you're such an idiot." She muttered, rubbing her head some.

Cexlan sat up, looking at the door. Her anger dissipated almost instantaneously, panic welling up in it's place.
It was not anywhere near night yet.
She climbed to her feet quickly, slinking out the door. Dainty steps guided her out of the way of the sun, hugging her plushing close to her chest, and towards the hallway. Once safe from the shadows, she leaned on the wall, having left her covers in the room. "...Crii?"

Crii continued to snap her head back against the door. She felt the door crack under her, but ignored it. Her hands clenched some, and she froze at the sound of her name. She froze, hands shaking. With a careful move, she pushed the door open partially, but not enough to let light in. She wondered to the shower, turning it on and sticking her head under the cool water.

Cexlan tip-toed to the door, weaving around sunbeams until she could touch the handle. One there, she slid in and shut the door, leaning back on with her tiny hands behind her. She looked down, fingers curling against the wood.
Oh good...she'd avoided the sun. She mentally laughed at herself, thinking Crii would...
No. She wasnt that kind.
She nodded, peeking back up. "I am sorry if I offended you...I am unused to company..."

Crii blinked, slowly standing back up. She reached, grabbing a towel. She draped it over her head, rubbing until she was somewhat dry. She looked over, blinking some and tilting her head. With a small shrug, she slowly sat down on the counter, watching her.

"Mmm? Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm not really mad. I just needed to cool off." She said.

"My manners may be...very course." She fidgeted with the belt of stars around her hips, shuffling her tiny feet. She smiled faintly, pale hair drifting silently over her shoulder like a light wave. "I do not speak often with the others of the sky."

Crii watched her gently. She smiled a bit and tilted her head slightly. Reaching a hand out carefully, she took hold of the womans hand, pulling her forward slowly. She smiled, petting her hair some before hopping down.

"It's all right. It's not like you meant to get angry." She said.

Cexlan looked started at the touch, looking up at her with big eyes. She stared at her for a moment, before glancing off to the side, a soft pink tinge coming to her cheeks. She smiled faintly, looking back at their hands awkwardly. "But I should not have. It has been much longer here on earth than it has in the sky. I should not be surprised that I have become myth."

The woman blinked, staring down at her. She tilted her head to the right, then the left, before shrugging her shoulders and leaning back casually against the counter. Her red eyes seemed brighter in the darkness, as did her rather pale skin.

"Ya see, that's not exactly it. Yes, we don't know much about you. We haven't seen you in... eight.. nine hundred years? I'm only four hundred, and my Sire spoke highly of you. But the point is, you weren't there when some things happened. You may have been watching, but you weren't down feeling cool blades slice even colder flesh." She thought about that for as second, frowning. "Not that I'm blaming you for it. I'm just stating. Yes, you're a Goddess, you may be able to protect yourself. But I... I don't know if you could protect me too.. Understand? I don't underestimate you. I just... I worry." With that, she closed her eyes. She was so bad at speeches...

She watched her, frowning. "You speak as though I did not watch my own children get killed. She shifted away from her, crossing her arms over her bare stomach. "There is a law, Crii, to those who have earthchildren. We may watch, we may give advise. We my even accommodate them, if need be. But we can not interfere with them, we can not change death and life. I gave you life...I can not alter death. That? That is the laws of nature in full force. I can not stop war, I can only attempt to divert it. My coming here is very nearly in violation of those laws. But I am only seen by one, only felt by one. I whisper advise to only you--which is why I need you to be my prophet. I can protect you, no one will harm /you/. You are my one vassal, my one child who I can alter death for. But only for so long, to save my children." She looked down at her tiny feet, rubbing her arms. "...I have watched you die, kill each other, kill yourselves...I have seen many step into the sun to die, many fight with Slayers. I have had to watch my babies die for nearly one thousand years." She looked up. "To die is a horrible thing. But for a mother to watch it, and be unable to help...is just as painful as a blade."

Crii tilted her head forward, staring. She sighed softly, reaching a hand out and touching the other woman's cheek before putting it back on the counter. She hoisted herself up, sitting lightly on the surface. Her legs crossed at the knees, her head angled down to stare toward Cexlan. Wow... A sigh fell from her lips. It wasn't Crii's intention to insult the woman. No... No on the contrary. She was just trying to explain why she herself was terrified of sleeping when she hadn't done so in over two hundred years. But, as it turned out, she wasn't that good at explaining.

"I didn't intend to mean that... It's... It's complicated, Moon." She said, struggling to find the right words. "I'm... I'm just overly cautious. I've been this way for decades. It will be difficult for me to randomly switch back to being ever trusting of someone. No.. That's not what I mean. I mean.. It... It will be hard for me to change my ways again? Perhaps that's the right statement..." She sighed.

She nodded softly, rubbing her cheek gently, continuing to stare at her feet. She nodded again, agreeing to herself silently. "I understand." She turned, shuffling back to the door. "I will return to bed. I have never been up so late."

Crii watched her. She felt bad. She, for once, felt like she'd hurt someone and not wanted to. Without thinking, she dropped down and reached out to grab her arm... "Wai-"

Only to feel hot pain on her uncovered hand. She hissed, quickly backing up back into the bathroom and smashed back against the sink. She dropped down to sit, cradling her hand to her chest and hissing, rocking back and forth as pain shot through her body. Curse the sun! One day she hopped the damn thing would burn out for good.

Cexlan managed to stop just short of the sunbeam, before pushing the door closed on it. She took a short, startled breath, before turning around.
Oh, she'd touched it.
She hurried over and couched, cooing softly. "Silly girl, you know better. Let me see." She held out tiny hands. "I promise to fix it."

Crii shied away from her, glaring some. She'd learned to be very harsh when wounded. The smallest sign of weakness could prove to harm her further. She continued to cradle her hand, hissing lowly and shaking. Lifting her eyes some, she stared toward Cex for a few seconds before losing the bits of hostility she gained when pain surged through her. Very carefully, she held out the now burned hand, skin charred somewhat. She looked at it, cringing and turning her head away in disgust. She'd never made such a stupid mistake in her life. Then a pretty girl comes along and she's doing all sorts of things...

"Don't touch it... It hurts.. And is repulsive." She muttered under her breath, entire arm shaking from the pain.

She laughed softly, shaking her head slowly. She took her wrist lightly, turning it to examine the charred skin. Goodness, brother, how could you be so cruel to your nieces and nephews? She frowned slightly, letting her hand go for only a brief moment, going to turn the sink on. She cupped some water into her hand, before coming back to Crii and taking her wrist. She smiled softly, gently pouring the water over her hand. The water chimed and shimmered, laying over the skin like a balm, soaking into it slowly and beneath the char, building new, soft skin beneath it. After a moment, the char would be unneeded, and would slough off like dust. She smiled softly, looking up at her. "Silly girl."

Crii watched her, eyes narrowing dangerously. She was oh so tempted to wretch her hand back and hiss. But she held back the want, instead, merely sitting and trembling. Her body was stiff, besides said tremors, and she stared. A low hiss fell from her lips as she felt the cool water, and almost instantly she tried to wretch her arm away.

She held firm, almost like stone, watching the water. It healed the would quickly, sloughing the charred remains off to reveal pinkish, new skin. Only then did she let the girl go, before looking at her with an entirely maternal, and completely stone-cold stern look, eyes narrow. "Shall I slap you? Or did you Sire just teach you no manners?"

Crii quickly pulled her hand back, staring at it. She turned it over in the non existent light, staring. Her eyes took in the sight of the pale skin, mapping it with her eyes. She was somewhat confused. When did water have such powers? Her eyes narrowed as she examined the flesh, before lifting them toward the woman, almost confused.

"Huh?" Was all she could manage.

"Your Sire was one of the children born from my womb directly." Her eyes remained narrow. "He was one of my sons. Do you respect only him and not your elders? Or do you still not believe in who and what I claim I am? Shall I change my form, become the floating demigoddess most imaging me as being? Would I perhaps be more believable as my brother is, in floating swaths of moon beams with stars dancing in my hair and eyes bright and glowing as the moon I swing on? Is your mother that disappointing that you resist her trying to tend to her daughter?"

Crii blinked, face going blank. She didn't mean to insult her... She was... startled? Was that a good word? She cringed at the harshness in her voice before looking at her newly skinned hand again. She flexed her fingers, watching the muscles contrast. If it hadn't been for Cexlan, her hand would be gone now...

"... I'm sorry... I was... shocked. And in pain... I didn't mean to offend..." She murmured, still staring at her hand.

"...Do refrain from being so course. You do have I heart, I placed it there. Find it. Or you will never survive." She shook her head and stood, brushing off her knees. "I am not going to bed. You may come, but do not be idiotic. You are not so." She looked at her, then pet her hair, before turning and inching out of the room carefully.

Crii cringed slightly, lowering her eyes. She'd never felt so insulted. Perhaps she should merely stay in the bathroom until night fall. Her eyes lifted somewhat, staring toward the retreating figure before she turned on some warm water and let the tub fill up. She stripped of her clothes, climbed into the luke warm water, and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the tiles.

When had she become so emotionally active? Since as far as she remembered, she was normally a very composed, thinking girl. Perhaps it was because this woman, this Cexlan, was a goddess... Could that be it? She frowned, thinking quickly as she laid in the water.