Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Considering the suggestion, Maea thought of all the abandoned farms that lay scattered over the Levinsward, the former fields, and her own abandoned family farm where the roof had caved a long time ago. The foundation was still sound, but everything else could probably be reused.
Kiada's mention of the Spire definitely sent a chill down her spine, but was equally an interesting thought. "It would feel fitting, I'll admit," she called back over her shoulder. "Recycling something of the old to make a new thing... Almost like us." Looking back, she shared a lopsided grin with Kiada. They were only two more things that had been the Voice's and were given to Dygra. The region, the people - so why not the Spire? "We probably don't even have to scale it, there should be more than enough debris around the base. What do you think?"
Charlie was the priestess, after all, if it was more fitting to use new materials then Maea was fine with that too.
Kiada's mention of the Spire definitely sent a chill down her spine, but was equally an interesting thought. "It would feel fitting, I'll admit," she called back over her shoulder. "Recycling something of the old to make a new thing... Almost like us." Looking back, she shared a lopsided grin with Kiada. They were only two more things that had been the Voice's and were given to Dygra. The region, the people - so why not the Spire? "We probably don't even have to scale it, there should be more than enough debris around the base. What do you think?"
Charlie was the priestess, after all, if it was more fitting to use new materials then Maea was fine with that too.
It's just your shadow on the floor
