I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Glad to meander away from any topics about her death, he listened to the drawl and dryness of her sarcasm, granting it another flare with the hint of a grin. “I think he is wary,” because of the Voice and the Ascended, and his own belief system immersed into the helm. “But Safrin told us after the war that we had nothing to fear of Dygra,” so he could only shrug his shoulders. He had no ominous motive towards the chaotic goddess either, hoping the world wouldn’t shift in similar directions again.
But at the petulant smack he ceased, glancing downward at the pitiful strike with something akin to reticence – an unimpressed designation in the blunt edge of his brow. Only thereafter did she receive the hellish bent of humor press through once more, juvenile at best. “You do not like my suggestion?” The Sword had no idea if Kiada and Noah had even crossed paths again recently – it would’ve made sense given proximities, but maybe, given everything that occurred and curses borne, the Forsaken had made himself scarce. The teasing persisted regardless, loud and clear. “Discuss Dygra with him?”
But at the petulant smack he ceased, glancing downward at the pitiful strike with something akin to reticence – an unimpressed designation in the blunt edge of his brow. Only thereafter did she receive the hellish bent of humor press through once more, juvenile at best. “You do not like my suggestion?” The Sword had no idea if Kiada and Noah had even crossed paths again recently – it would’ve made sense given proximities, but maybe, given everything that occurred and curses borne, the Forsaken had made himself scarce. The teasing persisted regardless, loud and clear. “Discuss Dygra with him?”
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