// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Precisely!” Astaroth agrees with a surprising amount of gusto to hear her think the same regarding their beloved Theocrat. As it stands, though, talk of wars and unfeeling races that are more akin to robots (if he knew what those were), battling one another time and time again. His nose wrinkles in agreement before shrugging lightly. “Alas, Dygra gave some of the survivors of that race an ability to become Ancient like us. In fact, the two women that join Danta on his council came from such events.” It’s casual small talk, but to be noted all the same.
Whether he knows where she went to sleep, Astaroth shakes his head and stands, moving to take a seat at the dusty table, wiping it off before he procures a little journal and a pencil kept on his person. “I’m not sure. I think it has to do with Caido drifting away, too. Perhaps they had assumed that the main trio could handle it.” In Astaroth’s opinion, they thought wrong, given what all had occurred.
But he’s not here to talk about that. because she begins to mention how she’d come from a time where everything was together and not split up, and intrigue is immediately found in his face as he nods and jots down a little note about that particular information. “Ah, you aren’t missing much by having never seen snow before, my dear.” He drawls with a light little chuckle. “Halo existed when I was around, but it was far different than it is now. I come from an old village from there.” He shrugs a little and sets the pen down to look at her curiously. “Were you born Ancient or did you make the change?”
Whether he knows where she went to sleep, Astaroth shakes his head and stands, moving to take a seat at the dusty table, wiping it off before he procures a little journal and a pencil kept on his person. “I’m not sure. I think it has to do with Caido drifting away, too. Perhaps they had assumed that the main trio could handle it.” In Astaroth’s opinion, they thought wrong, given what all had occurred.
But he’s not here to talk about that. because she begins to mention how she’d come from a time where everything was together and not split up, and intrigue is immediately found in his face as he nods and jots down a little note about that particular information. “Ah, you aren’t missing much by having never seen snow before, my dear.” He drawls with a light little chuckle. “Halo existed when I was around, but it was far different than it is now. I come from an old village from there.” He shrugs a little and sets the pen down to look at her curiously. “Were you born Ancient or did you make the change?”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
