Ingrid
Ingrid pushed away her fears and ascended the palace steps, turning into a long, glassy corridor with vaulted ceilings and ornate reliefs on the walls. Yes, Lightning Bitch might kill her. It was more likely that Ingrid would be exiled, but she'd rather live in Whitebrim than serve a slimy heretic.
"Zariah," she barked, "Here's a question for you: what the hell? I heard you brought down the God-barrier with your magic. We can deal with bears and giants here, but the unholy shitstorm that was contained before you unleashed it? I don't know... The first war between the Old Gods and the new gods was apparently such a fucking disaster that people started writing dates in years post cataclysm!" She stomped a foot in frustration, and the sound of her snow boot on the glass floor echoing softly through the hallway.
"Y'know, for a moment, I actually thought you wanted to help protect Halo. What drove you to turn against our Gods?"
There was a chance her words were wasted, but Ingrid's gut said Zariah would appear.
"Zariah," she barked, "Here's a question for you: what the hell? I heard you brought down the God-barrier with your magic. We can deal with bears and giants here, but the unholy shitstorm that was contained before you unleashed it? I don't know... The first war between the Old Gods and the new gods was apparently such a fucking disaster that people started writing dates in years post cataclysm!" She stomped a foot in frustration, and the sound of her snow boot on the glass floor echoing softly through the hallway.
"Y'know, for a moment, I actually thought you wanted to help protect Halo. What drove you to turn against our Gods?"
There was a chance her words were wasted, but Ingrid's gut said Zariah would appear.
