Mort pulls in a relieved breath, and the smile he offers Melita is warm enough to soften the solemnity that had gathered around them. "Thank you," he says, plainly and sincerely, as if the promise alone is something worth holding carefully.
At her next question, though, he tilts his head slightly, thoughtful. The faintest frown touches his brow, not severe, but intent, and for a moment the golden light around the shrine seems to still with him. For all of the gods’ omniscience, it is not the sort of endless awareness that rolls over them in passive waves. It is targeted, deliberate, a looking rather than a constant knowing. And when Mort is not looking, the day-to-day of the living world has a way of drifting past him like leaves on a wide river.
He has heard vague things about the Peepholes. Dreams. Strangeness. Something wrong enough to ripple outward. "I’m not sure," he admits, shaking his head slightly before offering her a boyish smile of apology. "That would be much more Rae’s domain than mine." His mouth tucks briefly to one side, almost rueful. "And given that only one aspect of Frey has demigods at the moment, I am not sure what Nature Frey might have to say about it all. It might be worth asking Rae's demigod to call them down, however..." Pausing, a dimple appears on one side of the god's face as he exhales with helpless amusement. "If what is occurring is a result of natural forces, Rae won't be inclined to offer much help, if any, no matter the consequences."
At her next question, though, he tilts his head slightly, thoughtful. The faintest frown touches his brow, not severe, but intent, and for a moment the golden light around the shrine seems to still with him. For all of the gods’ omniscience, it is not the sort of endless awareness that rolls over them in passive waves. It is targeted, deliberate, a looking rather than a constant knowing. And when Mort is not looking, the day-to-day of the living world has a way of drifting past him like leaves on a wide river.
He has heard vague things about the Peepholes. Dreams. Strangeness. Something wrong enough to ripple outward. "I’m not sure," he admits, shaking his head slightly before offering her a boyish smile of apology. "That would be much more Rae’s domain than mine." His mouth tucks briefly to one side, almost rueful. "And given that only one aspect of Frey has demigods at the moment, I am not sure what Nature Frey might have to say about it all. It might be worth asking Rae's demigod to call them down, however..." Pausing, a dimple appears on one side of the god's face as he exhales with helpless amusement. "If what is occurring is a result of natural forces, Rae won't be inclined to offer much help, if any, no matter the consequences."
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