JACE
Ah, but no Launceleyn had ever been raised by an ice goddess, had they?
Jace watched Neron as he posed his questions, the same sort of unsettling, unblinking gaze his mother had possessed. But instead of fiery wrath he was filled with ice, as frozen as the tundra just beyond the Citadel walls. "I am Jace Launceleyn. Son of Zariah and Neron. Sacrificed to and then raised by the Eirachi." he said, voice a little rough, as though he did not regularly use it. "She never said she was going to kill me. She isn't Ludo or Mort." he explained, as though it were the most obvious thing. While the winter winds and icy cold took many lives, the Eirachi was not a goddess devoted to death. Just potentially death inducing conditions.
Jace watched Neron as he posed his questions, the same sort of unsettling, unblinking gaze his mother had possessed. But instead of fiery wrath he was filled with ice, as frozen as the tundra just beyond the Citadel walls. "I am Jace Launceleyn. Son of Zariah and Neron. Sacrificed to and then raised by the Eirachi." he said, voice a little rough, as though he did not regularly use it. "She never said she was going to kill me. She isn't Ludo or Mort." he explained, as though it were the most obvious thing. While the winter winds and icy cold took many lives, the Eirachi was not a goddess devoted to death. Just potentially death inducing conditions.
I am not violent. I am not malicious.
I am a result.
