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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color] & [color=lightpink]Ananta[/color][/i][/center][/h3][hr]

[color=orangered]"Yes, nothing left for us here."[/color] Suparna said, trying to muster up some wistful longing for her prison, but finding, well, nothing. If nothing else this domain of desolation was good for a clean break, and even if it wasn't what Helena had offered, Suparna thought  she'd gotten a good deal out of the whole debacle. 

Diana's eagerness was palpable and it brought a chattering giggle from the Queen of Carrion to realize the dragon had an understanding of her dietary desires. [color=orangered]"That sounds great, but let's see how they react to their neighbor before pilfering their young. Wouldn't want to get kicked out for fratricide before I even unpack my non-existent bags. That does remind me I need to get some new bodies since Chirada was vaporized. 
Heh, maybe Heaven has some cute dragons like yourself laying about? But I guess I can worry about that after I get settled in."

"If I had to be picky, I'd like something...open."[/color] 

And stepping through the portal hand in hand with Diana, a maggot passed through the gates of heaven and into paradise. A sky forever blue as it was nestled atop the clouds, with air that never knew the acrid tang of Machina advance or the sulfur of Demons. Grass demurred beneath Suparna's shoes and she came to realize Diana had dropped them in an open park, plants sculpted with the precision of devotion and paths of packed earth guiding the eye along water ways and gently rolling slopes that carried the unending sense of ease that pervaded the dominion of angels.

After being consumed within the space where nothingness gathered, to have such holy splendor sprawl forth and subsume Suparna was breathtaking. It was hard not to gape at the sights about her, from Grecian goddesses to winged angels, and a kaleidoscope of bobbing shapes trotting down the thoroughfare just barely gleamed beyond the park's edge. 

[color=orangered]"This...is certainly more open.[/color]
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And such niceties were enjoyed by a great many, including the serpent, Ananta, who was surprisingly not asleep for once as she slithered along the grass at a sedate pace, her path marked with braying and giggling of wide eyed children, half a dozen clinging to her tail while four times that scampered across the grass or waited with expressions of unabashed eagerness for their turn upon the naga. 

[color=lightpink]"Alright children, once more around the park and then the next group can climb aboard."[/color] Ananta announced with a warmth reflected in her sun baked scales, looking the part of a Sister caring for a congregation of youths if not for a gaggle of habit-clad maidens reposed upon the grass, faces heavy with the lines of exhaustive work without end yet still finding the time to smile upon what wonders bloom in their warring world. That they had a moment's rest while the Serpent carried on her nannying ways was just another blessing within Deva's paradise.