Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
Watching Lena's gentle hands tend to the Wyrm, Gideon smiled. A microcosmic reminder of what the Order was there to do: heal and cure the natural world, sooth that which had been ruined. In the Celestine as well, beauty surrounding them, he found it quite moving; just the thing he needed for his soul after the experience at the Spire. When prompted he released the Wyrm, slowly rising his hands not to scare it. "Do you have Sear Cats in this garden? Might end up back here again..." He said, the thought coming to mind with a little laugh, as he couldn't quite imagine a Sear Cat prowling along the Celestine.
In a way it was relieving to see that Lena was as horrified as he had been; it meant he could know he wasn't over-reacting. "I'm hoping to ask Ludo tonight." He said, nodding in the direction of the Shrine.
"Sometimes there's a part of me that wonders if I could save the Ascended from their own damn curse...not those like this Demi-God. The ones who fall into it...Outlanders that show up like that." Sighing, he shook his head and shrugged. "I've heard its permanent, though. The way she ruins their bodies."
In a way it was relieving to see that Lena was as horrified as he had been; it meant he could know he wasn't over-reacting. "I'm hoping to ask Ludo tonight." He said, nodding in the direction of the Shrine.
"Sometimes there's a part of me that wonders if I could save the Ascended from their own damn curse...not those like this Demi-God. The ones who fall into it...Outlanders that show up like that." Sighing, he shook his head and shrugged. "I've heard its permanent, though. The way she ruins their bodies."
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
