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Where is she?
Rukkhadevata looks down at her hands. Bigger, slender.
She's the Greater Lord again.
The god blinks slowly, flexing her fingers. It can only mean...
"I was properly forgotten..." Relief washes over her being. "Good. The corruption should stop now."
She was wholly dead now.
Her green eyes trail down from her hands to the ground. A familiar yet long-gone sight awaits her, making her breath hitch.
"How..." Rukkhadevata squats, running her trembling hands in the sea of flowers. Her eyes fill up with tears she has no wish to contain. "Purple padisarahs ?"
The tears run down her face as she takes in the sight. That brilliant violet that she had never managed to recreate, now surrounding her into boundless infinity...
"Oh, finally noticed them?" A light, familiar voice resonates behind her. "Took you long enough."
"Don't be mean." A deeper voice answers, amused. "She just died, leave her some time."
"?!" Briskly jumping back on her feet and turning around, Rukkhadevata stills at the two silhouettes observing her just a few feet away.
The Goddess of Flowers giggles as she shakes her head, horn ornaments jingling along. "Crying already ?"
Deshret smiles, giving her a light jab with his elbow. "You're one insensitive bully."
"You..." Rukkhadevata stammers among their banter, taking a shaky step towards them. Her face contorts in anguish, tears running down more freely, staining her white dress. "You're here..."
"Of course, we're here." The two gods each reach a hand out to her, both of which she takes in her weak grasp. Despite their calm composures, she can feel their hands trembling in hers as she gets closer, until the two wrap their arms around her.
The embrace is so familiar yet foreign, Rukkhadevata just cries harder.
Deshret's strong arms around her waist feel so safe, and the goddess' tight embrace around her shoulders, and her calloused hands in her hair, feel so comforting.
"You've done well." Deshret presses a kiss against the top of her head. His voice is soft, velvety, and so calming. "So well."
"It's time for you to rest now." The goddess of flowers wipes her tears away. "We're here."
The two gods' voices resonate in harmony in the endless field of purple padisarahs.
"Welcome back, Rukkhadevata."