neron
Neron hid his smile at the enthusiasm that poured out of Ingrid; having recruited quite a few council members as of late, he had seen it all. Polite acceptance, nonchalance, and now this. ”Good, I’m glad to hear it,” he said as she agreed to the role, watching the candles dance in her arms as if wondering whether they really would take a tumble onto the icy ground.
As for the role description, per say? Neron wouldn’t have said anything he didn’t mean. ”I mean the High Priestess. A step up from the role you hold currently - as far as I am aware, you are the Citadel’s first. As well as being an active part of my council, you’d be expected to fulfil your usual duties alongside a few others. The people of Halo are understandably rattled by the rumours of the Voice and the Ascended - spiritual guidance and maintaining faith in the old gods will be paramount. Arranging a few festivals would not go amiss either.” Gods new the citizens’ morale could use it.
As for the role description, per say? Neron wouldn’t have said anything he didn’t mean. ”I mean the High Priestess. A step up from the role you hold currently - as far as I am aware, you are the Citadel’s first. As well as being an active part of my council, you’d be expected to fulfil your usual duties alongside a few others. The people of Halo are understandably rattled by the rumours of the Voice and the Ascended - spiritual guidance and maintaining faith in the old gods will be paramount. Arranging a few festivals would not go amiss either.” Gods new the citizens’ morale could use it.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
