☥ ┇ Burning / Light

What a dumb question.

No, of course not. And why would she?

“Once upon a time, I held the pharaoh in little regard.” She answers softly, gaze fixated so pointedly at nothing. It was as if the sorceress’ mind was traveling back to the past, to a time when she was a budding Ka under the golden sun in a desert land.

Silent was never a direct servant to the Pharaoh; in fact she had devoted herself entirely to bettering her magical abilities and growth in service to her own master. That wasn’t to say that she held issue with the Pharaoh, he was merely an afterthought in the course of her early life.

She blinks, and the scenery of her mind shifts to the present day. She stands before her little summoner on a modern day battlefield, devoting herself to Yugi’s cause. Opposing her is the great deity Sky Dragon, Slifer and later, Mana and Mahad. There is a vicious volley of spells cast her way, yet her own arcane counterattack wipes them away with ease. For it is thousands of years of honing her magical prowess that spearheads this moment; where the goddess of victory smiles upon her, and in return she brings a triumphant ending to Yugi’s duel.

A smile. Proud, as the memory of that day burns ever bright in her mind.

“Atem was simply an obstacle. One that Yugi needed to overcome, by recognizing his own strengths, and channeling it into myself and the others on his side.”

Still, her opinion of Atem at that moment in time neither grew nor diminished.

Now, however, her thoughts shift to a particularly unsettling, recent night. A knot in her stomach had kept her awake; the feeling of unease manifesting at the outer edges of her mind, just enough to keep her alert. She recalls the blood that stained her hands and the unsightly stab wound that marred the chest of a cosmic-kissed entity.

The smile has vanished and her gaze has refocused. Cold, distant.

“But now… my stance has changed. I was always aware of the conflict that ensnared Atem and my star.” A soft sigh. “It was not my place to interfere, so I never butted in. Not until recent events, that is.”

She folds her hands firmly in her lap, though there is a creeping rise in the temperature around herself. Keeping her composure here was key, even if the embers of ire caressed the inner recesses of her mind and heart. You see, she is deeply devoted to her loved ones, her family, and granted no quarter as a means to protect them. Reactivity here, though, was unnecessary.

“To put things lightly, I maintain my distance from Atem. Not for my safety, no. For his. The things that transpired the night Doomstar descended into the human world were already brought into the light.” She revealed, the cards she once held close finally laid bare.

She knew. Of course she knew.

“After all… who do you think treated the entity’s wound that you inflicted, Atem?”

Not in particular, no. Unfortunately there are no thoughts or opinions to be had when there has been no meeting between Pandora’s magician and herself. Forgive.

Surely this wasn’t a serious question, was it? Was she not clear enough when she directly name dropped her little star? She was certain by now it would have been plain as day that she was intrinsically involved in Doomstar’s life. What an odd approach.

“…No, I found him in a cardboard box in the rain yesterday. We’ve never met before that.” The absurdity of the question coupled with a rather sarcastic remark has her trying very hard not to sputter into a fit of laughter. Faint disbelief lurks in her gaze, made known when she sighs deeply.

“Of course I know him. He’s only lived with me for four thousand years. Doomstar is directly descended from my moon, so my relation to him comes from my marriage. He’s a wonderful presence at home; I simply cannot fathom his absence.”

✧.* You will not catch this one slacking. She has outfits for every occasion, and even on days where she’s lounging at home she is still dressed presentable.

✧.* Silent loves dresses and gowns. It’s what she wears 99% of the time because to her they’re comfortable and make her feel good about herself and her appearance.

✧.* Rarely does she wear her hair up, as that is not a preference of hers. But, she does enjoy having little flowers braided into her hair, especially when her moon is the one doing it for her.

✧.* Overall she has a higher-end fashion sense. The prefers excellent quality over basic clothing or “the norm” and strives to look as good as she can, and never sloppy. It works wonders for self esteem and how one would carry themselves, she believes.

✧.* Bonus: She absolutely wears bunny slippers around the house.

Right back at you hehe 🌼🌸🌺✨

Lips curve upwards as amusement dances in a knowing gaze. You, who she could recognize without second though. Another form of someone she cherished so dearly, and held in the highest regard, yet uniquely differing from another. She wills bubbling laughter away, though the playfulness in her expression lingers still.

“Panda,” soft echoes reiterate. She does have to wonder where the nickname Panda originated, but for now her real interest lies in their mutual friendship with her Yugi. Her sweetest summoner, and kindest dream weaver she’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. “Very well then. And, please, there is no need for such formalities. A pleasure.”