The words swirled into being in the air and Hadama considered them, and then the young man who had formed them. He looked over his build. Considered the strength that he could see in that frame. He said nothing more, but he rose, slowly, from where he had been kneeling beside the altar. He stood to his full height and looked down upon the new demigod.
And tilted his head, unimpressed by what he found in those silver eyes.
Different from Seren, indeed.
"Purpose is not always required, to make a demigod." His voice was a low, inflectionless rumble, calm and neutral. Sometimes it was more about who a person was, rather than what they could do for the goddess. More about potential to grow, rather than a duty assigned. And sometimes, such as with Seren - with Nova and Calypso as well, he suspected - it was simply a matter of love.
"But for now, mine is to stand against the Void." A purpose he had chosen for himself, with Safrin's many blessings. "Do you have a plan for dealing with it?"
And tilted his head, unimpressed by what he found in those silver eyes.
Different from Seren, indeed.
"Purpose is not always required, to make a demigod." His voice was a low, inflectionless rumble, calm and neutral. Sometimes it was more about who a person was, rather than what they could do for the goddess. More about potential to grow, rather than a duty assigned. And sometimes, such as with Seren - with Nova and Calypso as well, he suspected - it was simply a matter of love.
"But for now, mine is to stand against the Void." A purpose he had chosen for himself, with Safrin's many blessings. "Do you have a plan for dealing with it?"
