"It was, at the very least, intense." She knew gods could be wrathful but the mixture of emotions that had flowed through that dream could not be merely described as such. There was anger, vengeance, sorrow, fear and confusion. Lyra gave a soft laugh. "It does sound like Zeus. Not quite as chaotic as Typhoeus, and never in human form when propagating." She teased.
"Thank you. They would be nothing without her voice to sing them." Lyra could do nothing but sing praise for Aine. She loved her greatly and Aine always took care fo her when she needed it. There had been many times recently that she felt the need to not bother Aine with every aspect of her life but that had not been meant to snub Aine, more so in hopes that Aine would not tire of her.
Light brown eyes lit up with a tender joy. "I do too. Those strange lightning storms the other month had been so beautiful and lulled me to sleep faster than I think I have ever been." After a sip of her chai, she continued, teasingly, "maybe it is because of my being born of a lightning storm."