Alys
And it's like snow at the beach
The task Alys had set before herself was not a difficult one; though her hands were busy, her mind was free to wander - or, as it happened, to focus on the conversation at hand. The fur yielded beneath her hands, attaching here and there to the garment she'd brought along. A nearby fire reflected brightly in her dark eyes as she glanced up, Damien's thoughtful reply earning a look of interest. "Perhaps," she agreed. What she didn't say was that willful ignorance was still ignorance, no matter how dressed up it was. Not that she blamed people. On the contrary, Alys knew what it was to look one's innermost truths in the eye, and how difficult it was not to shy away.
She wondered, briefly, as her gaze flicked back to her work and her hands resumed their slow, methodical sewing, if Damien wasn't speaking from experience. There was a wistfulness to him that she couldn't quite place, even with her magic revealing his innermost emotions. Perhaps if she dug a little deeper, something clarifying might reveal itself, but she'd never been one to pry - which made her magic all the more ironic. So she let the moment pass, focusing instead on the burgeoning curiosity.
"I have met Ludo once," she said. "It gave me a quest recently." Then she smiled. She'd been trying to pray to nature Frey, but Ludo must have taken pity on her instead. It had been a strange experience indeed, to pray to one herald only to have another taken its place, masquerading as the first. Despite what the seer had heard of Ludo, she couldn't help but like the strange herald. "I've also met Frey. I'm sworn to Mort, though; he returned Sascha to my side after she died fighting the Void."
She wondered, briefly, as her gaze flicked back to her work and her hands resumed their slow, methodical sewing, if Damien wasn't speaking from experience. There was a wistfulness to him that she couldn't quite place, even with her magic revealing his innermost emotions. Perhaps if she dug a little deeper, something clarifying might reveal itself, but she'd never been one to pry - which made her magic all the more ironic. So she let the moment pass, focusing instead on the burgeoning curiosity.
"I have met Ludo once," she said. "It gave me a quest recently." Then she smiled. She'd been trying to pray to nature Frey, but Ludo must have taken pity on her instead. It had been a strange experience indeed, to pray to one herald only to have another taken its place, masquerading as the first. Despite what the seer had heard of Ludo, she couldn't help but like the strange herald. "I've also met Frey. I'm sworn to Mort, though; he returned Sascha to my side after she died fighting the Void."
Weird, but fuckin' beautiful
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
