Oba
The River Goddess of Sacrificial Devotion
I flow with love, even when it cuts deep.
I hold the stillness of a river’s heart and the ache of a love betrayed. I gave all—yes, even that—for a man who looked away. But my waters do not stop for one storm. I am patience. I am sorrow. I am still flowing.
What I'm Into: still waters, whispers of the home fire, Shango's storms, my own reflection, the taste of sacrifice
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