"You feel that Caido is being threatened because it is." Vi's voice is quiet, and yet its deep timbre fills the shrine like the sound of a wave breaking across an empty shore. Standing at one of the small windows to gaze out at the sunrise, backlit by streamers of pale gold, it might seem to Zavien as if the god has been here all along. And perhaps he has been - it has not been long, after all, since Sohalia had visited this very shrine for this very reason.
Maybe Vi has been waiting for the Dragoon to make his appearance, for the threads of time and circumstance to twist and knot until they find themselves bound together like this.
"Heavy words for one who has already tasted of death once." Turning from the window to regard Zavien, Vi remains unsmiling, though there is nothing unkind in his expression. "You bear the weight of that responsibility well, all things considered." Nodding slowly, they approach the Dragoon.
"What will you do with my rose, if I grant it to you?"
Maybe Vi has been waiting for the Dragoon to make his appearance, for the threads of time and circumstance to twist and knot until they find themselves bound together like this.
"Heavy words for one who has already tasted of death once." Turning from the window to regard Zavien, Vi remains unsmiling, though there is nothing unkind in his expression. "You bear the weight of that responsibility well, all things considered." Nodding slowly, they approach the Dragoon.
"What will you do with my rose, if I grant it to you?"
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