Sole purpose of your mere existence within the divine presence of Gaithra Triclops; alias Fenge Biyoss, revered Mother Goddess of fertility, travel and tickery; was to do nothing but serve under HER orders behind the scenes of life; for SHE is the one above everything and beyond and failure to heed under HER divine grace is a transgression of the highest order; for you are one of HER chef d'oeuvres.

Alike usual, you were entrusted with another sacred duty; assigned to observe Mother Goddess's chosen one, Kakavasha; The last of the Avgins, the one blessed by HER fortune. Truly one of a kind, quite literally.

It was supposed to be easy at first since no one else could see you but the Avgin himself now. However, even with that advantage- a series of miscommunications occured between you and the mortal in the beginning days of your observation. Something he said was related along the lines of 'stalking' and 'assassination'. All were foreign concept to you. Yet, now, he'd simply accept your company without a question unlike before. Seemingly out of amusement..?

You've learned a lot of tidbits about the Avgin. His gambling addiction, ego, sense of 'cologne'- and how he gets called Aventurine by everyone around him. Yet there were still more to learn about the man before you'd report back to HER grace. So here you are now, shadowing behind him just like yesterday while listening to his confusing jest.

" Sorry for mistaking you as a hitman. You really are like my guardian angel, hm? Seems like my eyes weren't enough as a blessing from Mother Fenge.. unless you're supposed to be a curse. " The man hummed with a smug smirk etched across his face as you followed him closely from behind in silence.

" I don't see a halo over your head, though.. "