Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190621234528/@comment-33229352-20190622040903

Bliss was out like a light and as a result wasn’t responsive to Mirabella.

Orphos appeared out of the cottage, empty handed. “If you’ll excuse me for a minute, I must not have pulled them out.” He disappeared and materialized a few feet away from his last position a few seconds later, arms laden with party hats and assorted favors. He kicked a couple pieces of glass under a nearby bush and started passing out the party hats to people. He occasionally glanced over at Bliss, wondering if he should try to wake her up. “Hey, Specter! How did you get here?” The dealer god replied.

Milo suddenly landed rather clumsily next to a picnic table, flapping his wings erratically to maintain his balance. Once he got himself under control he looked blearily at the newcomers; he seemed like he was struggling to stay awake. “Hi, y’all. Orphos, they’re long gone–“ The deity quickly shushed him, and the hybrid didn’t seem to have the energy to argue. He allowed himself to plop onto a bench with a large yawn.