and everybody's gotta breathe somehow
Alys listened, thoughtful rather than defiant. She'd spoken with Tal recently about much the same topic, and he'd given her a lot to consider. But the fact remained that he was not Abandoned. It was interesting, therefore, to get Deimos's perspective. She was still learning about her new home, and was largely unaware of Frey's influence on their way of life, although the more she thought about it, the more obvious divine intervention became. "I suppose that makes sense," she said slowly. "It just seems so strange. I guess I always thought the gods hated us - Abandoned, I mean. But then... they do things for us, too. It's confusing." Alys was the type of person to like putting things in a specific box in her mind, and the gods were rapidly becoming something she couldn't tidily put away.
She shook her head at Deimos. "No, I'll do it," she said, meeting his gaze squarely. "If it's to help Halo, I want to be useful." She'd quickly come to love her new home, and if there was something she could do to help the land and people that had accepted her for who she was, she would do it. She smiled crookedly. "But you can't blame me for being confused about it."
She shook her head at Deimos. "No, I'll do it," she said, meeting his gaze squarely. "If it's to help Halo, I want to be useful." She'd quickly come to love her new home, and if there was something she could do to help the land and people that had accepted her for who she was, she would do it. She smiled crookedly. "But you can't blame me for being confused about it."
ALYS
