Iskra
this heartwood was cut too damn deep
"Right," Iskra murmurs, recalling that Asta had said as much, but wondering what else she's accomplished in her time since. Especially to court such devotion, laid down in a temple that is impressive by all accounts. It'd seem Asta puts a lot of weight in his second birth, which Iskra can understand to a degree. Maybe he's not been born again amid fire and blood, chaos and entropy, but he has been saved a time or two. "I can recognize the weight of gratitude for something like that," he hums, thoughtful for a moment as his gaze lingers against the rough edges of the rubies. Maybe he can't agree with every aspect of this, but it sounds like Dygra's worship is well earned at the very least. It's one thing to save someone that needs it, it's another entirely to free them from torture.
"I appreciate your tour and your time, Astaroth, thank you. I should go check on Goose though and head on my way," Iskra offers the Ancient a smile. "I'll have to consider Dygra with my prayers from time to time." Maybe any time he gets a wound on his own accord he could send some her way. Turning to leave, Iskra waits a breath to see if Astaroth will walk back with him or linger in the halls of his god, and then he sets off back towards the large doors and the silly dog with his gifted stick.
[FIN]
"I appreciate your tour and your time, Astaroth, thank you. I should go check on Goose though and head on my way," Iskra offers the Ancient a smile. "I'll have to consider Dygra with my prayers from time to time." Maybe any time he gets a wound on his own accord he could send some her way. Turning to leave, Iskra waits a breath to see if Astaroth will walk back with him or linger in the halls of his god, and then he sets off back towards the large doors and the silly dog with his gifted stick.
[FIN]
I can't see the wood for the trees
