what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
"There is no need. You are allowed to grow, and learn, and make mistakes just like every other living creature." Mort councils soothingly, allowing his daughter to feel the uncertainty and concern that rolls over her in waves if only because emotions will serve for her the strongest tether to the world of the living.
"They have been placed in a more aggressive role, that is true. You are still relatively green compared to the likes of them, though if fighting alongside them is what you wish certainly you could do so. Growing stronger as they have done, would be your first course of action." Mort says with a soft nod of his head.
"The Voice has...apparently rid the Grounds of the LongNight threats. Though whether that is true, is yet to be seen." He says of the trapped ascended souls.
"They have been placed in a more aggressive role, that is true. You are still relatively green compared to the likes of them, though if fighting alongside them is what you wish certainly you could do so. Growing stronger as they have done, would be your first course of action." Mort says with a soft nod of his head.
"The Voice has...apparently rid the Grounds of the LongNight threats. Though whether that is true, is yet to be seen." He says of the trapped ascended souls.
