Her answer was enough of a solidified testament – done reaching outwards as the woman damaged and bludgeoned multitudes of pathways. Perhaps, in time, she’d learn from the mistakes and strive to patch them back, but after his own conversation with the Ancient, it seemed unlikely she’d be removing her head from her martyred bows anytime soon.
It left him with a nod and concentration honed on crafting and guidance rather than the tightening noose of fools, listening as she detailed the bases for teas. He’d always been an avid drinker, but never one to strive on creating anything himself, and so he surveyed them with that curious, scholarly mind, occasionally his gaze drifted over to Erebos to watch him arise from a plentiful nap (with a wry, boyish grin in response).
Spicier route seemed all well and good for Kiada, though he might preside and provide a mixture – doubting upon the flora and fruit arrangements. “All right,” he murmured, honing in the primordial concentration and focus he usually utilized for battlefields and plans for tea, beginning to snag and scoop at the blacker portions.
And while he worked, there was more to be said, for all the intricacies and balances of the world around them. “The other meeting Seren held was interesting. She had an orb from Safrin that we could test our powers on to see if they would be effective against the void…or the Family.” The Sword contemplated his motions, before adding another portion of the blend, tilting his head as he worked. “Regular elements seemed effective, but Air and gravity was the strongest. Nothing with ice.” That gave him a more than ominous pause – considering the world they reigned over. “I am not certain if we want to continue training soldiers for the season, or work on items, but I doubt any region will want to trade an element they cannot utilize well.” For the time being anyway. Which leant him more towards the defensive and offensive options, unless her mind was contemplating continuous improvement upon the buildings.
It left him with a nod and concentration honed on crafting and guidance rather than the tightening noose of fools, listening as she detailed the bases for teas. He’d always been an avid drinker, but never one to strive on creating anything himself, and so he surveyed them with that curious, scholarly mind, occasionally his gaze drifted over to Erebos to watch him arise from a plentiful nap (with a wry, boyish grin in response).
Spicier route seemed all well and good for Kiada, though he might preside and provide a mixture – doubting upon the flora and fruit arrangements. “All right,” he murmured, honing in the primordial concentration and focus he usually utilized for battlefields and plans for tea, beginning to snag and scoop at the blacker portions.
And while he worked, there was more to be said, for all the intricacies and balances of the world around them. “The other meeting Seren held was interesting. She had an orb from Safrin that we could test our powers on to see if they would be effective against the void…or the Family.” The Sword contemplated his motions, before adding another portion of the blend, tilting his head as he worked. “Regular elements seemed effective, but Air and gravity was the strongest. Nothing with ice.” That gave him a more than ominous pause – considering the world they reigned over. “I am not certain if we want to continue training soldiers for the season, or work on items, but I doubt any region will want to trade an element they cannot utilize well.” For the time being anyway. Which leant him more towards the defensive and offensive options, unless her mind was contemplating continuous improvement upon the buildings.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
