Gods in the Lianreida - Part 5 of 15

His mother would have disapproved, Larias knew, but the elf was beautiful and brave, not to mention a servant of the elven gods. He took the chariot from inside his tunic and dropped it at her feet. She did not stoop to retrieve it, but waited while he snapped his fingers and mouthed the word that would return the chariot to its usual size. She took a step back as it grew.

When the change was complete, and she could see that it would not change again, she regarded Larias across its back. He was surprised to see scorn in her eyes.

“I asked you to prove to me that you are a god,” she snapped, “not that you are a talented magician with an aptitude for making spectacular toys.”

“At least you admit that it is spectacular,” Larias replied.

Stepping to the front of the chariot, he laid his hands on either side of the 'face' forming a proud prow for the vehicle’s serpentine body. The markings carved and moulded along the vehicle’s sides depicted the many-legged form of some strange lizard. It was no creature this world had known, but it pleased him nonetheless. Larias set his forehead against the space between his creation’s eyes.

“Live,” he said, breathing into its partly-open mouth. “Live and serve me just a little while longer.”