DEIMOS
Drawn back to listening, rather than doing anything else in restless convictions, he placed the basket of pumpkin on the ground, peeling away any other stringy bits off his clothing. Through the smoke, fumes, ash, and embers, he could fathom bits and pieces of her reflection: a world hastened in tradition, ordained by rigid conjectures. “Living there does not mean you have to agree with them.” There were likely quite a few citizens who didn’t correspond to the Order’s being, rites, and rules; but the gatekeeping tactics ensured it scarcely mattered. In a way, he could comprehend why they manifested the reaches of everything, and on the other proportions, found it all perplexing. His brow furrowed briefly, glancing outward again, along voids of rolling magma far below. “So do you try to change people’s minds, remain despite the flaws, or leave?” Likely considerations she’d already gone over, but putting them out loud sometimes helped, hastened, the process along.
He did chance a glance back at her at the mention of Sah, and tried to hide his snicker at the responding blush; bemused. Better the Abandoned than her once-sights on Noah; at least in age differentials. Pretending as if this hadn’t scattered and maneuvered along his mind in the most juvenile decrees, his eyes lifted back up to the other markers around the caverns. “He is a good friend to have.” As far as sparring wise, the Sword solidified his thoughts with a nod. “And getting better all the time. We hunt frequently.” Exactly what he should be doing; practicing, wielding, striving, forward and forward, onward and onward.
The inquiry about Safrin, far more direct this time, clattered and collected against his ribcage. Mostly because there were sentiments to like and dislike; the goddess just as flawed as the rest of them – only far more powerful, far more potent, far more greater and grander. “I am grateful for her,” he started. “She did not have to Attune me, but did anyway. So I have tried to do my part in following her guidance, and her wisdom. She has been gracious and kind, but I think I disappoint her frequently anyway.” With who he was. With the guildhouse burning. With refusing the offer of being rebuilt on her stars. Uncertain if any of that made sense at all. "She is the only god I have ever followed." Save for ancient Cinnoru; in another time, in another place. The God of Time hadn't inspired anything in the Reaper except utter distaste. Ludo and Frey were proportions of Old Gods he respected; but the foundation of loyalty had been with Safrin.
He did chance a glance back at her at the mention of Sah, and tried to hide his snicker at the responding blush; bemused. Better the Abandoned than her once-sights on Noah; at least in age differentials. Pretending as if this hadn’t scattered and maneuvered along his mind in the most juvenile decrees, his eyes lifted back up to the other markers around the caverns. “He is a good friend to have.” As far as sparring wise, the Sword solidified his thoughts with a nod. “And getting better all the time. We hunt frequently.” Exactly what he should be doing; practicing, wielding, striving, forward and forward, onward and onward.
The inquiry about Safrin, far more direct this time, clattered and collected against his ribcage. Mostly because there were sentiments to like and dislike; the goddess just as flawed as the rest of them – only far more powerful, far more potent, far more greater and grander. “I am grateful for her,” he started. “She did not have to Attune me, but did anyway. So I have tried to do my part in following her guidance, and her wisdom. She has been gracious and kind, but I think I disappoint her frequently anyway.” With who he was. With the guildhouse burning. With refusing the offer of being rebuilt on her stars. Uncertain if any of that made sense at all. "She is the only god I have ever followed." Save for ancient Cinnoru; in another time, in another place. The God of Time hadn't inspired anything in the Reaper except utter distaste. Ludo and Frey were proportions of Old Gods he respected; but the foundation of loyalty had been with Safrin.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
