Elide
Elide mulls over the bit about perspectives on Outlanders changing. "Yes. With time, everything changes. Perhaps it is proof that one day the Voice and the Ascended will be more universally accepted as well," she muses aloud, a somewhat wistful tune in her voice, "hopefully it will help that the Voice brought back so many lost lives." She'd be amazed if it didn't, but... alas, there were those with wayward opinions and beliefs. Old Gods feeding the insecurities of misguided souls that asked for guidance, and ate it up without much of a second thought. Elide had nothing specific against any of the Gods, though she did wish they could sort things out so that everyone could live as equals. See past their own sides from a centuries-old war to a much bigger picture.
What a world that might be.
Kiada seems hopeful about the guild, though, and Elide leans back against her seat. Strangely freeing to find someone who wants the exact same thing, who understands so personally. "Well, whether it officially belongs to you or someone else should not matter when the heart of the guild still beats for the same purpose," she remarks. Leadership could be fluid and, when working with other hunters, teamwork goes much farther than anything else.
There is a small pause in the conversation as they both sink into books, Elide sharing little bits and pieces of unique information she thinks might be helpful. Dietary and housing needs, among other things. There's even stuff about the kind of enrichment Ningos enjoy, such as bright-colored pieces of wood and chasing live bugs - or even little mirrors. The thought brings a small smile of amusement to Elide's lips.
After a bit of that, though, she closes the book and looks up at Kiada. "So... how are you feeling with all of this? You're an Ascended, you've come back from death after nearly a year. It must be... strange, to be thrown back into Caido for a second time."
What a world that might be.
Kiada seems hopeful about the guild, though, and Elide leans back against her seat. Strangely freeing to find someone who wants the exact same thing, who understands so personally. "Well, whether it officially belongs to you or someone else should not matter when the heart of the guild still beats for the same purpose," she remarks. Leadership could be fluid and, when working with other hunters, teamwork goes much farther than anything else.
There is a small pause in the conversation as they both sink into books, Elide sharing little bits and pieces of unique information she thinks might be helpful. Dietary and housing needs, among other things. There's even stuff about the kind of enrichment Ningos enjoy, such as bright-colored pieces of wood and chasing live bugs - or even little mirrors. The thought brings a small smile of amusement to Elide's lips.
After a bit of that, though, she closes the book and looks up at Kiada. "So... how are you feeling with all of this? You're an Ascended, you've come back from death after nearly a year. It must be... strange, to be thrown back into Caido for a second time."
sword for a tongue, night in the heart, room in the body
only for the mysterious — the impossible, unfathomable things
only for the mysterious — the impossible, unfathomable things
