"And I can't help letting you," Vi complained, though his eyes were sharp and wholly on the other god, even as he tucked himself so close and so comfortable. Right where Vi wanted him in truth, but it did not take away from the severity of the conversation.
But then he spoke, and the god of life near blazed with the prospect of another imbalance, and of restoring some sense of order to the world in righting that wrong. That it would also make his herald happy was a meaningless side effect. He told himself, fooling no one.
"Only for one, though. Life for life." He narrowed his eyes up at the clouds, which had parted to reveal the two stars. "The seabird chatters, sometimes, I feel," he muttered. "She and Safrin seem to be of the same mind. It is all beginning to give me a headache, Mort."
But then he spoke, and the god of life near blazed with the prospect of another imbalance, and of restoring some sense of order to the world in righting that wrong. That it would also make his herald happy was a meaningless side effect. He told himself, fooling no one.
"Only for one, though. Life for life." He narrowed his eyes up at the clouds, which had parted to reveal the two stars. "The seabird chatters, sometimes, I feel," he muttered. "She and Safrin seem to be of the same mind. It is all beginning to give me a headache, Mort."
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