Winter/Spring

Malacandra


Huginn: He rises like the eye of God — this, the dispassionate, the martial, the inexorable eye.

Muninn: How they have misunderstood him. I remember him, angel not highest nor greatest nor most potent in knowledge, but puissant in valour and act.

H: They say Ares, and think violence.

M: They think Athena, and say ambivalence.

H: But he is male, and his aura is the fire of the wrath of God.

M: No, he is masculinity, and his aura is the chill of the frost on God's blade.

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