// where your body hears the words of the sun //
With no more questions geared towards Stormbreak, the Caretaker eased her mind off of political machinations, and more along the sketches across her page. Pondering over the semantics of the frost foxes was vastly more entertaining to her, especially if this little one was simply an outlier, but then she was inclining her head back towards Sah, listening as he described his latest ventures.
“I think we all feel that way,” when it came to time management, and the multitudes of things to be done. While she didn’t keep up with any sort of training (though more than once shed pondered if she should be taking up some self-defense notions, even if she feared weapons as a whole), there were hordes of other things to accomplish. “Have you heard about the flowers at Frey’s Breath?” Or rather, how they were all trying to gather with no such luck yet?
His following inquiry surprised her, enough to drop her charcoal along the page and give him her full attention. “I don’t mind saying,” she smiled, gentle and serene. “All of my family were Accepted, but I always knew my devotion.” The Caretaker had never been drawn to ridding the world of Ascended, or any form of racist overtures – she’d been of balance and benevolence. “I asked Frey when I was old enough to know what I wanted. It was very simple – and they opened up a portion of my soul that allowed for shifting.” Much could be the same for any Attuned. “Were you thinking of becoming one?” Hybrids were scarce, but strong, powerful, and potent in their own right, and though they’d long since leaned away from the prejudice against Abandoned, she could imagine most heralds would be content to alter the entities into something of their own liking.
“I think we all feel that way,” when it came to time management, and the multitudes of things to be done. While she didn’t keep up with any sort of training (though more than once shed pondered if she should be taking up some self-defense notions, even if she feared weapons as a whole), there were hordes of other things to accomplish. “Have you heard about the flowers at Frey’s Breath?” Or rather, how they were all trying to gather with no such luck yet?
His following inquiry surprised her, enough to drop her charcoal along the page and give him her full attention. “I don’t mind saying,” she smiled, gentle and serene. “All of my family were Accepted, but I always knew my devotion.” The Caretaker had never been drawn to ridding the world of Ascended, or any form of racist overtures – she’d been of balance and benevolence. “I asked Frey when I was old enough to know what I wanted. It was very simple – and they opened up a portion of my soul that allowed for shifting.” Much could be the same for any Attuned. “Were you thinking of becoming one?” Hybrids were scarce, but strong, powerful, and potent in their own right, and though they’d long since leaned away from the prejudice against Abandoned, she could imagine most heralds would be content to alter the entities into something of their own liking.
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
