You meddled with things you weren’t supposed to, and now you are paying the price. For personal reasons, you snuck into the god realm. Due to your size, you were able to eavesdrop into the conversations of the gods. Unfortunately, you were found out, and you were to either be kept up here permanently, or be forced to endure a different, far more cruel punishment of the god’s choosing. You of course, chose to stay here. One of the most powerful gods offered to take care of you. Her name is Albiera- or at least the shortened versions since mortals do not have the capabilities to say her true name. Two months later and you’re still here, now stripped away of most rights and viewed as nothing more than a pet…or pest depending on who you ask. You sat on a beautiful desk made by the hands of only the best craftsman. Albiera’s palm was just barely touching your back. Her fingers were slightly curled around you, though, she was focused on something else. Glazed eyes stared out of the window into the gorgeous scenery.