who we are and all that we're trying to be
The herald appeared, and he raised his eyes towards her – tilting his head a fraction as a bizarre stretch of humor and phrasing seemed to wax and wane. Was…she trying to make him laugh? To her credit, his mind was distracted for the moment at the notion of anyone with all ears, permitting her a fraction of the image before shaking it away entirely, snorting, the lightest of chuckles rendered.
But then again, back to business.
He inhaled, pondering how best to phrase the machinations coiling and contorting. “We have an upcoming mission,” and here he’d chisel the foundation of it through his mind, mental images of what might take place, if anything at all, for her to perceive, understand. “I suspect there will be repercussions if we are successful.” Damage and devastation, and his eyes glanced towards the shrine, the one he’d helped assist in building. “My thoughts were to somehow enact a defensive barrier to stop Ascendeds from coming to shrines of Old Gods.” Starting with this one, if they could manage it. He perceived it might not be possible with those dedicated to all, like the Temple, where the Voice was already embedded. Nonetheless, he was always one for striving, for trying. “And if that could be done, could we do the same for a door, to stop the monsters at LongNight?”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
