there's light at the edge of the darkness
”Some of us have lost a lot already.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. No doubt Frey would just think Loren was whining again. Well, he was. But what was prayer if not specialized bitching and moaning? Absolve me of my sins. Deliver me from evil. Save me. Then he was distracted by the shift from liquid to air, and he gasped as he floated through the clouds. However, he caught the rest of what the god was saying. ”So you’re the oldest, then? Or one of the oldest?” Once again, he was reminded of how little he knew about the higher powers of Caido. However, the thought of seniority among them and how that might make them feel was funny to consider. The Launceleyn came from a big family, but was the younger and lesser of twins, so he knew a lot about complicated family dynamics. Not that he was suggesting the gods were anything like his kin.
Actually, he really fucking hoped not, because that was a terrifying thought if he’d ever had one.
The sudden drop was unexpected, though given the nice view he got he couldn’t exactly complain. Well, maybe he could. ”Cot, actually.” Beds were usually too comfortable for his tastes. Still, it was hard to argue with Frey’s commentary on how people squandered the gifts the gods gave them. However, not all of the tragedy was from natural or mortal causes: some of it could be squarely laid at the feet of supernatural causes. Like the blight. ”So what do you want us to do with our biological advantages then?” That seemed like a much better thing to say than another whiney statement.
Actually, he really fucking hoped not, because that was a terrifying thought if he’d ever had one.
The sudden drop was unexpected, though given the nice view he got he couldn’t exactly complain. Well, maybe he could. ”Cot, actually.” Beds were usually too comfortable for his tastes. Still, it was hard to argue with Frey’s commentary on how people squandered the gifts the gods gave them. However, not all of the tragedy was from natural or mortal causes: some of it could be squarely laid at the feet of supernatural causes. Like the blight. ”So what do you want us to do with our biological advantages then?” That seemed like a much better thing to say than another whiney statement.
loren
