Sea Foam and Pearls

Sea Foam and Pearls

Flora_Winters

I do not own Dragonlance and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: The lovely Goddess of the Sea is angry and bored. What will it take to simmer this precarious divinity down? Language, MF, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Chapter Two

Zeboim glared at Habbakuk with an acidic glow in her deceptively tranquil jewels. He was such a goody-goody. It made her sick just to look at him. She wanted to bitch slap him with a fully grown sea serpent just because. The little drama played out in her godly mind, making her snicker, causing the Skylord to narrow his molten blue eyes at her.

“Well?” She suddenly snapped at the Book. “Do I have to tell you why I’m here?”

Gilean, God of Balance, looked up from his latest book. He actually looked quite bored. The spine twinkled like the twilight.

“If you wish to have a child, Zeboim,” he said, glaring down at the book in his hands. “You will have to partner up with a God of Light.”

The goddess blinked like an eclipse. Her face darkened with the full fury of a maelstrom. She had to sleep with a do-gooder? She would rather lay with a stinking ogre who was cross-eyed.

“You want a child?” Habbakuk asked her. He sounded shocked. It only served to anger her all the more.

Zeboim fumed and her mind was filled with rage. Her silky garments billowed and her long hair coiled and curled, snapping like hissing whips. She departed in a crashing blast of booming thunder, making everything rattle in her awesome wake.

~*~

Habbakuk looked at the Sage. “The Darkling Sea wants a godling?”

Gilean nodded his head, turning the book upside down.

The blue-eyed Fisher King cocked his head in astonishment. He had come to ask permission to father a godling child as well. Perhaps this would work to his advantage.

He despised the Sea Witch’s slimy guts and her wicked ways. She actually made him shiver. But, she was very beautiful and he really wanted to father a child.

“I want a child,” he told the Grey Voyager.

Gilean tossed the book over his head with a low growl. It vanished in the glittering twilight that was twinkling just over his left shoulder.

“Good luck with that, Habby.”

Habbakuk was standing all by his little lonesome in the blooming garden of divine delights. The deity had a point. Zeboim was capricious. He would have better luck sticking it in a dragon’s blazing mouth and pulling it back out unscathed.

He cocked a perfect brow, vanishing in a blink.

To Be Continued