[PRP] - Sanctuary of Penance - Judeau and Amisa

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It was not a total respite, coming to the god's haven, but Amisa needed some relief. She felt some guilt taking some time for herself, but she just felt so worn. Even if she didn't look it she was so tired. Just before she had come here there had been a young one, little more than a cub, and it had broken her heart to see such a small one so distressed. The goddess hadn't wasted time flying her after that. Instead she had teleported herself, landing so gently on the snow of the haven she'd barely disturbed it. A long line of pawprints led back to where she'd arrived and it hadn't been a merry little jaunt.

She too knew the horrors that could happen in the mortal realm and she too was not the kind of god to revel in it. There was no delight in seeing all the things she so often saw. Perhaps if she were the goddess of misery, pain or victims she'd enjoy it...Even though it upset her, she was glad that it didn't and she wasn't. She supposed she wouldn't be Amisa if it did and she were.

The pale goddess followed one of the little 'paths' - tracks worn into the snow and stone where several gods had walked - thinking. She didn't cry, solemn as she was. But off to the side she hear a muffled little noise. Near silent. You'd most certainly miss it if you weren't so terribly used to finding young ones who were trying to hide while they cried.

"Hello?" She called, taking a few steps off the path towards the sound. Amisa was made to comfort others, quite literally. She knew most people didn't like to be seen when they were hurting and wanted to give the other god time to collect themselves, to know she was there, to speak back to tell her to go away or invite her forward.  

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"My name is Amisa. I'm the goddess of Sanctuary." She paused before adding a small explanation, for with god cubs you could never tell if they remembered being adults and her domain was not a normal everyday word a child would use. Hopefully she wouldn't seem patronising, but it always helped with fellow gods to know both who and what they were, what they embodied.

"That means I help those who are in trouble and I give them a safe place and comfort." Well, roughly what she did anyway and not all of it was her domain. Amisa was a kind hearted soul. She did more than just give a sanctuary when it was possible and it was why she was so worn down all the time. She didn't just pop in and conjure sanctuaries. She was 'nosy', got involved, tried to help more. And now she could no more stop helping those in need than she could stop breathing the air (or did gods not have to do that? She'd never tried anyway).

"Who are you?" The goddess ventured forward a little and kept her wings tucked it, hoping that the juvenile would be able to pick up that she meant him no harm. She smiled at him and while it wasn't a fake happy grin, the soft sad smile she gave was sympathetic and genuine.

Poor little male, she thought, he looked so sad. She'd seen too many children cry this day, and this one a godling too.  

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"That's good! I have to explain it so often..." Her smile brightened just a teeny bit, pleased that he knew the word. Clever. His own domain was a somewhat unusual word too. She wondered how it worked for him; how he was Penance and how being Penance affected his life. Maybe that was why he was crying out here alone in the snow? Repentance and remorse, sorrow for past actions - not the nicest things.

"It's nice to meet you Judeau." She sat down and curled her tail around, looking down at him kindly.  

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"Yes, it does." Amisa wouldn't lie and Judeau seemed to have picked up her sorrow anyway. To tell the truth, they had both come here to be sad it seemed. Just she was too worn out to actually cry about it. Was that was what was upsetting the godling then, something like what had always upset her?

"I don't know if I have a direct opposite because my domain is very specific, unless there is a god of unsafe-places, but in a way I suppose I do. I work against other forces like danger and threat, so I opposite to them and they are opposite me." She mused aloud her answer to his question and then wondered who the boys father was. He sounded like a wise enough god. Though it did not always break down into strict dualities, the world tended to be made up of opposing forces that balanced each other out.

"Do you have an opposite?" She settled down, since they weren't going anywhere, moving gracefully from sitting to laying. She gestured he was welcome to come closer if he wished. Amisa certainly wasn't a threatening creature.  

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"Innocence?" Something in Amira's heart lightened a little. It was oddly cheering to know that someone, somewhere, would in theory remain innocent when everyone else had to deal with life's dark side. But then, if the cost of that precious innocence was a magic trade off that was painful to his sibling...Amira sighed. It was a tricky situation.

"It does, I think. When I was younger -" Though not smaller, for she'd always been an adolescent and always would be - "I couldn't always do my job because I couldn't handle seeing some of the things I saw. But as I've grown older I've grown stronger and knowing that there are those who need me helps."  

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"If it makes you sad, there's no shame in that, but it shouldn't be everything." She nodded, smiling. She was glad he seemed to be cheering and she was also cheered somewhat.

"Happiness and sadness go together, and should balance with other emotions. It's not good to have one overpower you always." Oh, but then she felt a twinge at that. It was, she thought, true. It was unhealthy in most to always be happy or always be sad, to be stuck in one mood for good. But wasn't she a fraud? Amisa had been mostly sad for so long...so busy with 'work'...and these days she felt guilty even taking a short rest.

She'd have to take some of her own advice in future that was for sure.  

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"Thank you." His little smile was returned in kind and if he wanted a hug, Amisa'd be more than happy to oblidge. Her large wings were a shelter and her fur was warm and when she was a very young herself she'd once declared 'an embrace always make everying better'. It didn't always but it still often felt like it did.

"My pleasure Judeau. You can call on me anytime." Amisa nodded. She'd only hear (feel) straight away if he was really truely in trouble, urgently. But a direct call from someone upset would get there quicker than a call from someone who didn't know her name or that she really existed.