Aurelia
Ray's expression rims with sadness as she talks about her mother, and Aurelia's brows furrow with empathetic concern. "I lost my parents too," she says, equally as sad, but when her friend brightens up a little she doesn't say anything more about it for fear of bogging things down - moreso than they already were with stresses about the war, longnight monsters, and disappearing demigods.
If Aurelia didn't have reason enough to goad her to go and speak to the Gods, now she feels as though she does. But her mind doesn't immediately jump to Safrin, thinking that herald may not be the one with the answers. She only hums thoughtfully, though, afraid to voice her real thoughts on that matter given the current political climate. Something else does occur to her, though, and she asks, "Oh- did you ever get a chance to visit one of the Gods? I remember you were hoping to before, when we talked about Safrin and Rae." She'd hoped, in the back of her mind, that her friend's prayer - whatever it was - would get answered.
Not being able to do or say much more for Seren, Aurelia lets the sadder topic fall away to the back of her mind. Refocusing on Ray's herbalism, she prods curiously for more information. "How do you remember everything your mother taught you? I can't imagine trying to remember all the herbs and remedies by heart," seemed impossible to her, "and how do you make things like.. this cream? Do you use the whole plant or just.. parts of it?" Truly clueless on the matter, Aurelia finds more and more questions coming to mind.
If Aurelia didn't have reason enough to goad her to go and speak to the Gods, now she feels as though she does. But her mind doesn't immediately jump to Safrin, thinking that herald may not be the one with the answers. She only hums thoughtfully, though, afraid to voice her real thoughts on that matter given the current political climate. Something else does occur to her, though, and she asks, "Oh- did you ever get a chance to visit one of the Gods? I remember you were hoping to before, when we talked about Safrin and Rae." She'd hoped, in the back of her mind, that her friend's prayer - whatever it was - would get answered.
Not being able to do or say much more for Seren, Aurelia lets the sadder topic fall away to the back of her mind. Refocusing on Ray's herbalism, she prods curiously for more information. "How do you remember everything your mother taught you? I can't imagine trying to remember all the herbs and remedies by heart," seemed impossible to her, "and how do you make things like.. this cream? Do you use the whole plant or just.. parts of it?" Truly clueless on the matter, Aurelia finds more and more questions coming to mind.
What is clear is what is gold
You're only human after all
You're only human after all
