Selûne laughed awkwardly twice. "Heh~ Heh~ You really know how to pick your timing, haha! Hic~"
Shar sighed and slumped into her lounge chair. "You might as well just take credit for this yourself! You don't care about your face anyway.
I certainly don't want people from other universes saying one day that Selûne acts like that because she takes after her roots.
When the time comes, I... I won't be able to escape it either..."
Her tone was filled with a desolate air.
Lathander's eyeballs rolled back and forth, and his claws couldn't help but scratch against the lawn in friction.
"If you aren't afraid of dying, go ahead and blurt it out," Shar warned the Lord of Dawn indifferently. "Though you should also understand why he isn't afraid of you knowing.
It doesn't matter if Hill knows; he has always kept his lips sealed.
But you... who would ever think you'd keep a secret?
It's just that anything coming out of your mouth... Heh, saying it is like not saying it at all, but you won't escape the punishment you deserve."
Ao certainly wasn't afraid of Lathander running his mouth outside; the Lord of Dawn was naturally the one guy in Toril who loved running off at the mouth with nonsense.
He had always chased artistic creativity... accustomed to blowing minor matters up to world-shaking proportions, spinning lies as numerous as the hairs on an ox, and far more absurd than today's tale. Even if the things coming out of his mouth were true, no one would believe them.
Selûne sprawled across her silver moon lounge chair and said gloomily, "Oh, come on, Shar!
The old man doesn't care how many people he scares to death... Wouldn't a few more people thinking you're up to something and actively