the things we hold are always the first to go
"There are a lot of these," Ronin said quietly, not wanting to raise his voice beyond a murmur. Partially it was habit from being in a library, but there was also something stifling about this shrine that made him reluctant to signal his presence. "I found another in the Labyrinth, to the New Gods. And in the Underground."
He folded his arms across his chest and frowned in at the innocuous sphere, feeling the tug and pull within him fade now that he had found what he was looking for, like a dowsing rod that had fulfilled its purpose. It didn't look like much - almost like it had been made in secret. "I feel as though the person who created this did so without the knowledge of the rest of the people in the Atheneum," he remarked, not particularly wanting to get any closer.
He folded his arms across his chest and frowned in at the innocuous sphere, feeling the tug and pull within him fade now that he had found what he was looking for, like a dowsing rod that had fulfilled its purpose. It didn't look like much - almost like it had been made in secret. "I feel as though the person who created this did so without the knowledge of the rest of the people in the Atheneum," he remarked, not particularly wanting to get any closer.
