// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Once his offering is charred to his satisfaction, Astaroth removes the flame from his own to watch as Maea burns her own – watching the feather curl in on itself with an internal note of satisfaction to see such a thing, he shifts a bit to go and stand beside her, watching her utilize the fire magic in an attempt to burn the metal part of the feather alongside the conversation.
“It was quite a different time.” He hums as if in explanation. “Morality, itself, is a swinging pendulum. You follow a moral compass of what society has told you to.” He shrugs a shoulder relatively casually, tail swishing lightly in light of the idle conversation as his attention remains on the burning feather. “As I have learned from the surviving tomes in the Atheneum, society has become far stricter since I was around.” And it boils down to that, as far as he’s concerned.
“It was quite a different time.” He hums as if in explanation. “Morality, itself, is a swinging pendulum. You follow a moral compass of what society has told you to.” He shrugs a shoulder relatively casually, tail swishing lightly in light of the idle conversation as his attention remains on the burning feather. “As I have learned from the surviving tomes in the Atheneum, society has become far stricter since I was around.” And it boils down to that, as far as he’s concerned.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
