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It appeared that the Goddess' intuition was correct, for how could it be wrong when it came to topics of her domain. She knew what a lost soul looked like, even if it's features were that of a dog.
She listened along to the dog, giving her room to speak. If the number of words that were so easily given to the sleepy goddess weren't enough of a tell, it seemed this hound also stayed her paws. If even for a moment. This was no surprised to Branwen, many mortal beings were found captured in her presence.
A giggle, feminine and resounding, bubbled up from her chest in gentle spurts. The heavenly soul appeared to be rather amused by the dog's take on men. Though it was in her place to disagree, Branwen couldn't help but see the truth. Goddess of Love and Beauty herself was even slighted by a man, perhaps it was of their defaulted nature.
She thought for a moment, her expression animated and thinking.
n who claim it if ever tha love must come from a man?She purred. The goddess stood finally on four massive legs. Stretching over the rock that, when completely splayed in this way, couldn't fit her. A massive paw hung over it's edge before it took the lead in her approach to the dog. She dared not invade it's space, she knew her size would scare it off. Instead she sat again, her patient heart and warm eyes hopefully beckoning the dog ever closer.