Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-38701854-20190407005758/@comment-35042251-20190409011049

The sky goddess stood there, gaping in pure shock at Wind Weaver. Her jaw was wide open, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. But the wind nymph calmly shut her old mistress's mouth, straightened her shoulders, and sent a strong wind to propell her back to the wedding sight.

Then, she turned to Allen. "I'm sorry about Silverskies. Her mood swings are not at all pleasant." She politely said. She paused for a moment, before adding, "I am Wind Weaver, Silverskies's chief attendant. It's a pleasure to meet you, Allen." She politely inclined her head.