"My father is an eastern dragon, My Lady," said Aolani as she took the oracle's letter in her delicate hands. Her skin seemed even paler against her dark gown, so much so that it seemed to glow. "Perhaps that is why you feel a kinship with me." Her voice was soft.
"Perhaps while you're here you can help put an end to this fruitless war? Demons and Angels are both a prideful bunch, though. It will not be easy work. This war has gone on for too long, both sides are too invested; too prideful to surrender or draw up a truce." She spoke with a deep melancholy as she rose to her feet.
"I'll get this letter sent to your father. For now, please rest. Simply call if you need me, and I'll arrive."
"Perhaps while you're here you can help put an end to this fruitless war? Demons and Angels are both a prideful bunch, though. It will not be easy work. This war has gone on for too long, both sides are too invested; too prideful to surrender or draw up a truce." She spoke with a deep melancholy as she rose to her feet.
"I'll get this letter sent to your father. For now, please rest. Simply call if you need me, and I'll arrive."
