An Ancient who hadn't met her own goddess yet? ...huh. "Guess I figured it was like becomin' Attuned," he mused, a little baffled. "That y'had t'choose it an' pray for it an'... stuff." But he didn't really know much about Dygra so maybe things were different with her? But as Maea asked questions that were probably rhetorical, Tal's confused frown dipped perilously close to a scowl again as he snorted, waving off her worries like they were pesky modilu flies.
"Sure, an' Mort's t'opposite o' Vi. Doesn't make 'im evil or anythin'. Just part o' a different balance." Tal pushed himself up, dusting his knees off as he did. "'Sides, s'not like humans aren't predators, too. Everythin' that's not a plant's gotta kill somethin' else t'live, doesn't it? I know Ancients get a little extra hangry or somethin', but y'can still choose t'eat a pig over a person, right?" He wrinkled his nose and brought his hand to his mouth, brushing the ring he wore lightly against his lips. Immediately the scratches on his arms seemed to melt away, fading beneath the gentle warmth of the Healing that coursed through him. "I figure that already makes y'better than th'Whitebrim cannibals, yeah?"
Wait, was it cannibalism if the Ancients were technically a different race? What if they'd been human to start with? It was questions like these that made Tal's head hurt and he shook it as if to chase away the incipient headache. "An' Danta? I dunno about 'good' or 'bad.' He's just a lot, y'know?" Tal snorted, thinking back to his handful of run-ins with the latest leader of the Hollowed Grounds. "Sometimes a little too much! Little weird. Little creepy. But I haven't heard about him hurtin' anyone before."
Not that Tal necessarily would have heard, not being local to the Grounds.
"Sure, an' Mort's t'opposite o' Vi. Doesn't make 'im evil or anythin'. Just part o' a different balance." Tal pushed himself up, dusting his knees off as he did. "'Sides, s'not like humans aren't predators, too. Everythin' that's not a plant's gotta kill somethin' else t'live, doesn't it? I know Ancients get a little extra hangry or somethin', but y'can still choose t'eat a pig over a person, right?" He wrinkled his nose and brought his hand to his mouth, brushing the ring he wore lightly against his lips. Immediately the scratches on his arms seemed to melt away, fading beneath the gentle warmth of the Healing that coursed through him. "I figure that already makes y'better than th'Whitebrim cannibals, yeah?"
Wait, was it cannibalism if the Ancients were technically a different race? What if they'd been human to start with? It was questions like these that made Tal's head hurt and he shook it as if to chase away the incipient headache. "An' Danta? I dunno about 'good' or 'bad.' He's just a lot, y'know?" Tal snorted, thinking back to his handful of run-ins with the latest leader of the Hollowed Grounds. "Sometimes a little too much! Little weird. Little creepy. But I haven't heard about him hurtin' anyone before."
Not that Tal necessarily would have heard, not being local to the Grounds.
