Over mountains and forests and seas
The implications of his question, posed so directly, were not lost upon him. He had thought for many hours on how his thoughts of the gods of this world had been skewed by this latest development, how his entire perception of their great and wondrous power had been tarnished by the fact that the God of Death had kept Kia’s soul from him when there was a possibility of being able to bring her back all along.
Chulane was a logical, scientific man. He knew there was a natural order. He knew that life would inevitably lead to death. And yet his heart could not logically separate the pain, the grief and loss from losing Kia from the fact that there was a chance, a way for her to return.
Suspicious. And perhaps that was the wisest way to remain. Chulane was also suspicious, but perhaps of different things. It was why he wished to speak of it with the Sword.
‘Army…’ he echoed softly, as he dredged up what knowledge of the Voice he could, as he thought on his few but memorable interactions with various Ascended, and the lore he’d picked up along the way. Had Kia been resurrected purely for the Voice’s own argument against the Old Gods?
And more importantly, would she support it, and go fight for this army, if that was indeed the reason for the Voice’s actions?
‘I’ll not lose her again.’ He repeated, as if saying it again would make it more true, more possible. If there was a fight to be had, and Kia was in it… then so was he.
He gave the temporary Warden’s question due consideration before responding. ‘No,’ he replied after a moment of quietly going through the many thoughts cascading through his mind, tilting his head and letting a soft pulse of curiosity colour the bond. ‘Ningo farming doesn’t lend itself to much news beyond the borders.’
Chulane was a logical, scientific man. He knew there was a natural order. He knew that life would inevitably lead to death. And yet his heart could not logically separate the pain, the grief and loss from losing Kia from the fact that there was a chance, a way for her to return.
Suspicious. And perhaps that was the wisest way to remain. Chulane was also suspicious, but perhaps of different things. It was why he wished to speak of it with the Sword.
‘Army…’ he echoed softly, as he dredged up what knowledge of the Voice he could, as he thought on his few but memorable interactions with various Ascended, and the lore he’d picked up along the way. Had Kia been resurrected purely for the Voice’s own argument against the Old Gods?
And more importantly, would she support it, and go fight for this army, if that was indeed the reason for the Voice’s actions?
‘I’ll not lose her again.’ He repeated, as if saying it again would make it more true, more possible. If there was a fight to be had, and Kia was in it… then so was he.
He gave the temporary Warden’s question due consideration before responding. ‘No,’ he replied after a moment of quietly going through the many thoughts cascading through his mind, tilting his head and letting a soft pulse of curiosity colour the bond. ‘Ningo farming doesn’t lend itself to much news beyond the borders.’
to go anywhere that I please
CHULANE
