Aolani immediately felt a pang of guilt. Had she overstepped her bounds and pushed Naiome too far? She didn't know nearly as much about Lord Razor and the death demons as she should have. Or any of the demons, really. Her existence to them was secret. For all they knew the temple of Vaerath was run by a demon priestess from one of their houses. Oh, if only they knew...
The angel was on her feet in an instant, and she bent down to wrap her arms around Naiome. She just held her tightly for several silent moments before taking her seat next to the oracle, bringing a hand up to the demoness' face to gentle wipe tears away with her thumb.
"There's no need for tears, My Lady," she crooned softly as she pulled Naiome's head against her chest. "I'm sorry I spoke so thoughtlessly to you..." Aolani ran her hands over Naiome's dark, curly hair. "I shouldn't have done so... such cruelty is beneath me..." She sighed deeply, letting go of the guilt she felt. There was no point in holding on to those feelings. All she could do was move forward.
"I can train you to fight. At least to defend yourself," she began, slowly pulling away from the embrace she had with Naiome. "I feel as though that would be the best place to start. You'll build up for confidence, and of course you have the advantage of being half dragon." A wry smile played on her face. "That's one thing we have in common." She touched the rainbow colored pearl in her chest as confirmation.
As far as the demon culture went... well there was something different entirely.
"I must confess to you that I know little of demon culture. As far as the lords know I'm a demon, and they've never once seen me. I don't even want to think of what would happen if they found out I was an angel," Aolani said with a small, nervous chuckle. "But I can say with certainly that Lord Razor would be a fool to not want you in his family. The missing oracle returned would be a pride for any royal line. In fact, I know many of them were jealous that you weren't part of their family."
The angel was on her feet in an instant, and she bent down to wrap her arms around Naiome. She just held her tightly for several silent moments before taking her seat next to the oracle, bringing a hand up to the demoness' face to gentle wipe tears away with her thumb.
"There's no need for tears, My Lady," she crooned softly as she pulled Naiome's head against her chest. "I'm sorry I spoke so thoughtlessly to you..." Aolani ran her hands over Naiome's dark, curly hair. "I shouldn't have done so... such cruelty is beneath me..." She sighed deeply, letting go of the guilt she felt. There was no point in holding on to those feelings. All she could do was move forward.
"I can train you to fight. At least to defend yourself," she began, slowly pulling away from the embrace she had with Naiome. "I feel as though that would be the best place to start. You'll build up for confidence, and of course you have the advantage of being half dragon." A wry smile played on her face. "That's one thing we have in common." She touched the rainbow colored pearl in her chest as confirmation.
As far as the demon culture went... well there was something different entirely.
"I must confess to you that I know little of demon culture. As far as the lords know I'm a demon, and they've never once seen me. I don't even want to think of what would happen if they found out I was an angel," Aolani said with a small, nervous chuckle. "But I can say with certainly that Lord Razor would be a fool to not want you in his family. The missing oracle returned would be a pride for any royal line. In fact, I know many of them were jealous that you weren't part of their family."
