sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
do you think you can handle that much?
do you think you can handle that much?
She could come and talk to him about whatever she liked and he would answer her questions – because as much as Astaroth had grown used to becoming a solitary creature (until Danta had begun to change that), there was a certain kinship with this captain, and half the reason he made the deal with her in the first place was to ensure that he did have a chance to talk with her again. Their conversations were intriguing, even if he was poking fun at himself.
As such, he does see her playful smile and a low chuckle escapes him before he shakes his head. “I did not. I grew up.. mm, outside of general civilization, I suppose one could say. Reading and writing were not something we needed to know. We learned how to survive. Anything else meant you were simply pushing aside your duties onto someone or something else.” He shrugs a shoulder, before handing another Firestarter to another set of ancients that arrive alongside a few waterproof clothes.
The rhythm the two of them get into is easy, comfortable, rewarding. And as Thalassa explains more about her interaction with their goddess, he finds his lips quirking into a gentler smile. Softer, more thoughtful as he nods his horned head. “I do know.” He hums, finding himself in full agreement. “It is truly a wonder to feel a god’s love and adoration so wholly. In my limited experience, I am positive that Dygra does it the best.” Never once did he ever have to worry that she wouldn’t approve of him or the things he was doing. Never once was he worried about how he'd be received. She loved him each and every time she showed up when he called for her.
It's exactly why he harbored no worries after Safrin had essentially saved his life. Safrin was Safrin, but Dygra… Dygra was everything.
As such, he does see her playful smile and a low chuckle escapes him before he shakes his head. “I did not. I grew up.. mm, outside of general civilization, I suppose one could say. Reading and writing were not something we needed to know. We learned how to survive. Anything else meant you were simply pushing aside your duties onto someone or something else.” He shrugs a shoulder, before handing another Firestarter to another set of ancients that arrive alongside a few waterproof clothes.
The rhythm the two of them get into is easy, comfortable, rewarding. And as Thalassa explains more about her interaction with their goddess, he finds his lips quirking into a gentler smile. Softer, more thoughtful as he nods his horned head. “I do know.” He hums, finding himself in full agreement. “It is truly a wonder to feel a god’s love and adoration so wholly. In my limited experience, I am positive that Dygra does it the best.” Never once did he ever have to worry that she wouldn’t approve of him or the things he was doing. Never once was he worried about how he'd be received. She loved him each and every time she showed up when he called for her.
It's exactly why he harbored no worries after Safrin had essentially saved his life. Safrin was Safrin, but Dygra… Dygra was everything.
Astaroth
i've just come back to life, i'm here, i'm your little ray of sunshine
