Berry looked over her shoulder, she felt so bad for Blizzard, the god who only wished for her legs back. It was painfully obvious that Blizzard would do anything if it meant walking again. Bliz had been talking to the strange god a lot. She'd told them that her name was Moht, which was an odd name, but Bliz seemed close to her, and Berry didn't want to say anything about it, in case it offended him. But as her thoughts went on, something about the god's amber eyes unsettled her, it was like they were taking chunks out her brain, drawing her in, forcing her to bend to Moht's will. Berry took a deep breath, she was only now brave enough to talk to the intimidating god, when they arrived at The Bloomers camp. Berry tried to distract herself from the unsettling god, but her brain was fixed on Moht, as though she'd become something Moht owned, she didn't like it one bit, why couldn't her mind just move away from the god? Why couldn't she talk to Moht like she could to the others? Somethings not right Berry though, she pulled herself together as they padded into The Bloomers camp...
