SPEAK! With Ultimate Mom!

Crystal Love Rosethorn. Goddess of life herself within Obdin, a small island. A symbol of strength amongst all kind, today she has come down from her heavenly thrown to speak amongst the humans. Hundreds, perhaps thousands are gathered within the huge library of the castle, and she sits in the middle of the floor. You may approach her, or yell at her from afar. Even flirt, or simply hate. She is wise, powerful, and kind. She may even heal your wounds, cure your diseases, make the blind see and the lame walk. Depending upon worth. She may also kill, or leave you to suffer. So be wise those of good character, and craft your lies well, for such an opportunity as this, is rare. (I am going to include a character link, but no description is really needed of any sort for those who wish to join)

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Tyler stumbled into the crowded library, alone for once, without his flower-fairy companion.
he very politely pushed his way through the crowd, trying to get to the Goddess quickly, since he was very impatient.
once he finally made it over, he plopped down cross-legged at a respectful distance from her.
"um, hi! i'm Tyler! and uh, i have a question! and it'd be great if you could help me with it- if you want to i mean!!"
he nervously played with his fingers, the metal ones of his right hand clicking as he did.
he then gave a very delayed awkward bow, still sitting. he's never talked to a Goddess before so he's a bit panicked-

She laughed. Her laugh was of a babbling brook and thunder, as she smiled a cheery smile. "Relax dear. Someone get us two cups of tea!" She said, and off flew some fairies to do their bidding. "I am only here to help. I am the protector after all. Now then. Speak your wishes. I will see what I can do." Suddenly a rock was thrown at her. Quick as a wink a vine out of nowhere caught it and put it in her lap. "Oooh. This has a fossile in it. Thank you for the gift darling!" She called. She then cut her eyes across the room, and singled out a man with dark purple hair and grey eyes. There was some slithering as the vines grabbed the man, gagged him, and dragged him off. "Now then. Speak. And do not be afraid. I really am quite kind."

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"Would anyone else like to come sit and talk?" She said as two cups of tea are handed to her. "Settle down, now please. Come. I'm here to listen to all!"

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Crystal got up from the throne and walked forward, her long green dress trail flowing behind her as she stepped in front of them and bent down. "Well hello there little lovelies. And what may I do for you today?" She asked, hands clasped together as her eyes danced with lights in her eyes, always happy to help.

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She nodded. "Yes precious dears. Oh no need to be afraid. I had a wife you know. Poor dear died at sea, ended up in the under lands. Now then,what needs to be fixed hm?" A vine handed her her satchel,and she pulled out a large thick book. (Guys stahp asking to join just join! Really! I don't mind!)

In a corner near the entrance to the library, a woman with a golden braid lingered. She was feeling unusually timid, despite the burning question in her heart. Watching the young men and the cheerful goddess, she felt the walls around her heart begin to rise. But the questions persisted. She slowly stepped forward.

She was already flipping through the book, and put a hand on Tristan's foot. The prosethic fell off and in it's place grew a leg. "There. Now then. What do I need from you? My, You act like as if I'm a cruel god. I want nothing from you. Only to take care of yourselves. Darlings, where are these troubled friends of yours hm? I cannot grant things as much and wealth, nor cure mental disease but. I will see what I can do. Do I not even get names?"

"Tsk tsk. I the great Crystal, who adopted 16 children all from similar situations,most from much worse and I saved them. Go scurry off my little blossoms. Test out that new leg, show it off as proof. Bring them back here. And we just shall see if I still have my old charm." She tapped each on the nose. The crowd was in shock of how Crystal was. She had been dead for a few centuries so most were unsure of how to be around her. "Alright then! While I wait for the boys to return, may I have another? Hmmm? Any problems? Aches chills objections, questions? Come forth do not be afraid!"

The blonde woman felt frozen to her spot. The miracle of the boy’s leg somehow intimidated her. She shouldn’t be here. She didn’t deserve it. But she needed to know…
Yes. That is her sole purpose. She wouldn’t ask for forgiveness, nor pity or kindness. She didn’t deserve such luxuries. The walls around her heart strategically placed, she stepped forward, slightly shaking.
“Um, excuse me?” despite her resolve, she hadn’t really planned out what she would say to the Goddess of Life. “My name is Arabelle… Arabelle Collins. I-“
She closed her eyes, which began to water. Just cut to the chase.
“I made a terrible mistake.”

Crystal looked down. "I let my own brother be killed and still live with the remorse." She patted the blondes head kindly. "Come dear. Have some tea. Spill your worries. I'll listen. Now mistakes, especially as grave as this sounds, I will treat seriously. Go on then. Right to the needle point what have you done?"

“I-“ Arabelle swallowed, the shame running down her throat as Crystal handed her a cup. “I killed someone I loved. I was chasing a dream… a dream that deep down, I knew I never could’ve, or should’ve, accomplished. But I wasn’t myself… I w-was a monster. August was m-my friend for a long time. She went out to stop me, and we fought many times, both with our words and with magic. But one evening, we met and argued, and it escalated. But August didn’t want to hurt me, and I-I ended up hurting her…” Tears ran down Arabelle’s face. She couldn’t look the goddess in the eye.

Crystal's hand fell to her face and lifted it up. "A kind soul. I cannot raise the dead sadly. Fate has seen to that. But you made a mistake. It's human nature. Everyone fucks up. Even I, though tis very rarely. What then my precious little sunbeam are you asking for? I cannot kill either."

Arabelle’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, despite the tears. “Raise the- oh no, I could never ask that of you. I need to know what I can do to make it up.” She wiped away her tears, her resolve and determination returning.

She sighed. "Keep your heart warm. And open. Keep her in your prayers and do things with the strength and remorse you had when you lost her. Remember that each action has a reaction. Do not be blinded. And learn from her death. Maybe she'll haunt you every once in a while, you never know." She winked and handed Arabelle a cup of tea. "Drink this. It'll calm your nerves a bit dear."

Kenna stood in the back of the crowd, fidgeting. The questions she so desperately wanted to ask seemed to crush her. She shouldn't be here, she didn't know if she could even say the words aloud. To think them was one thing, but to say them, to make them true… but she needed to know. Desperately. She tugged her cloak tighter around herself, searching for some form of comfort as she watched the goddess talk to the blond girl. Something about the woman, dressed in green, something about her power seemed to tug the strings of her own magic and almost unconsciously, unwillingly, she took her first step towards the woman. In a daze she gently pushed through the crowds and towards the goddess, then stopped, her mind catching up with her body. She had no more time to think about her words, she was already there, in the front, in front of a goddess. She couldn't back away now, so instead, she stood, arms slack, and waited,