[RQ] Vested interest

your scars shine like dark stars
your wounds are where the light shines through

Maea turned to look at him and Noah pursed his lips slightly, thinking of what she said, but keeping his head on a swivel. ”Well, I just mean that its more unique and it reflects the god we follow — versus abandoned who can relatively wield all the same magics.” Save for healing and life drain, as far as Noah knew, abandoned could all achieve the same range of their mage abilities. ”And, as far as history goes, abandoned was not always how magic-users were viewed. It was only after the Voice rose in her powers enough to think herself a god and destroy how the gods looked at them.” He said, no emotion in his tone, as he felt he was stated a fact (not knowing that Maea had once been both abandoned and ascended. ”And merfolk as well as ancients can wield magic.” Noah tilted his head some, trying to offer more room for discussion on the topic if the woman felt she wanted to add more.

But the ancient pressed on, and so did he. He watched from the corner of his eye as she sharpened herself a small shiv-spear, and he took his own spear from the strap across his back. Twisting it in his hands, Noah watched as Maea made herself a little scene, though his heart pumped with anticipation for what it could — or would — bring out. He walked a few paces away, looking in the bushes with interest but with less noise.

the forsaken

let's go there, to that place where
we sing these broken prayers, where the light shines through