[centre][h1]The Dagda[/h1][/centre]

Dagda's eyes narrowed at being grabbed by the face for this was a first, there were none who would dare grapple a Gods continence not even another of his ilk, far too many dangers in being rendered almost defenceless so this blasé attitude left him bewildered. Hiding his shock he glared with faux-disdain at the fearless Goddess. As she spoke the internal shock within The Dagda deepened, he couldn't believe the telling truth she was speaking of. Had he really distanced himself from his children so? He vowed to never let this happen after his firstborn had martyred himself, and yet he had. This didn't stop his rage being targeted at her. 

[color=007236]"That foolish girl, consorting with fiends, how this escaped my view is unbelievable. I nary believe such a thing happened."[/color] Stopping himself once again, realising that now is not the time for some hotheaded thinking. As Morigahn dragged his face to look in the pool the girl living her life with some modicum of normalcy brought his family to mind, he continued while the Queen let go. [color=007236]"This granddaughter of mine, is it necessary to have her reawaken especially at such a pivotal point? Now that a war is on the horizon. She deserves to live her own..."[/color] The Dagda paused at the liquor that had been presented to him and swiped it, the drink was down his gullet in a flash. [color=007236]"Aaaaah, Lord. You women and your wine, doesn't matter how much you drink it always tastes horrible."[/color]

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