Loathe the way they light candles in Rome,
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
Well Koa, you asked for info: and here's a proper dump.
Silently Koa watches and listens as Safrin conjures up a map, spinning a tale of terrible beauty and corruption far deeper than he could have dreamed. Rapt and attentive, the young soldier pushes every ounce of his intellect toward committing the information to memory, his fingers tracing lines over his thighs, his lips moving wordlessly to repeat some of the pieces and phrases he senses are most important. Though he may not be the smartest cookie in the jar, Koa's always been a good student; years of drills beneath his parents and commanders have given him a skill for rote memorization that he now employs to its fullest effect.
Only when the final piece is revealed does Koa's composure break; he inhales a sharp, deep gasp at the revelation of a new god. Koa has spent his life in Stormbreak; he lost his mother in the war. The Voice had been a boogeyman and then a very real monster who haunted his childhood.
The idea of a recurrence is too terrifying for words.
"Thank you, Safrin, I-- I need to write this down." Practically buzzing with the weight of all he's been told, Koa looks around himself, half expecting a notebook and pencil to magically appear. "I'll make sure this information gets to the people who will be going to Starfall." Which he doubts would include him, with the little he has to offer, but damn if he isn't going to volunteer.
A thought occurs to him, and he tilts his head back toward the goddess. "If... I, or someone else calls for you there - or for any of the gods - would you be able to come?" Does channeling work in the sacred spaces of a foreign deity? Or would they truly be alone?
Silently Koa watches and listens as Safrin conjures up a map, spinning a tale of terrible beauty and corruption far deeper than he could have dreamed. Rapt and attentive, the young soldier pushes every ounce of his intellect toward committing the information to memory, his fingers tracing lines over his thighs, his lips moving wordlessly to repeat some of the pieces and phrases he senses are most important. Though he may not be the smartest cookie in the jar, Koa's always been a good student; years of drills beneath his parents and commanders have given him a skill for rote memorization that he now employs to its fullest effect.
Only when the final piece is revealed does Koa's composure break; he inhales a sharp, deep gasp at the revelation of a new god. Koa has spent his life in Stormbreak; he lost his mother in the war. The Voice had been a boogeyman and then a very real monster who haunted his childhood.
The idea of a recurrence is too terrifying for words.
"Thank you, Safrin, I-- I need to write this down." Practically buzzing with the weight of all he's been told, Koa looks around himself, half expecting a notebook and pencil to magically appear. "I'll make sure this information gets to the people who will be going to Starfall." Which he doubts would include him, with the little he has to offer, but damn if he isn't going to volunteer.
A thought occurs to him, and he tilts his head back toward the goddess. "If... I, or someone else calls for you there - or for any of the gods - would you be able to come?" Does channeling work in the sacred spaces of a foreign deity? Or would they truly be alone?
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone;
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
