"It is like... drylanders smelling air," he said slowly, considering each word to ensure if fit what he wanted to convey. "It is not just an expression." Some waters - like some smells - were worse to experience than others, of course.
He found a low spot on the shore to rest his elbows on as he joined P in people-watching. It provided a safe place to set his drink, too, though he was in no hurry to let the cup out of his hands. "How did you know they were Attuned?" he asked curiously.
Mention of the gods brought a somber nod of his head, and a faint furrow of his brow. "It is not always the gods that answer at Shrines." His voice was quiet, holding an old tension beneath the calm surface. "Perhaps no answer is better than the alternative."
He found a low spot on the shore to rest his elbows on as he joined P in people-watching. It provided a safe place to set his drink, too, though he was in no hurry to let the cup out of his hands. "How did you know they were Attuned?" he asked curiously.
Mention of the gods brought a somber nod of his head, and a faint furrow of his brow. "It is not always the gods that answer at Shrines." His voice was quiet, holding an old tension beneath the calm surface. "Perhaps no answer is better than the alternative."
