Eliza let a laugh escape her at Jigano’s response to her answer. It was definitely fair. While she certainly would be punished somehow for it, his punishment would likely be much more severe.
As he began his answer, she listened quietly. He would notice nothing strange from her in response to the knowledge of the Old Gods not being within the barrier. She was well aware what the barrier did, and she was also well aware of the lives the people within led. It was like watching a story unfold before her eyes, and she often enjoyed going up to the barrier and looking just for the hells of it.
What she didn’t know, however, was that apparently they didn’t really worship the Old Gods within the barrier. Was that simply because of their absence? Or was it that they just no longer appreciated the significance of the deities. Either way, she simply listened to him before commenting on his words. It was rude to interrupt, after all.
She smiled whenJigano finished speaking. “Safrin is beautiful, indeed. Vi’s herald and a lovely one, at that.” Her lips pressed together tightly, and her eyes shone just a touch at the mention of Ludo. “Mort’s herald… Ludo is a special being. Mort is wise and peaceful and wraps the soul in warmth when he is present. Devoting yourself to his herald is a noble thing.”
Clearly, his answer was satisfactory - even a little impressive - to the Fae. Her legs swung on either side of the branch, hands in front of her, bracing herself easily on the limb. “Rae is my god,” she told him. “They are wonderful. They don’t seem to care much for the nonsense of people, devoting themselves to the natural world, which is something I try to do as well. My reverence is saved mostly for them, and I do everything I can to keep the land happy.” She spoke as though the world itself was alive and had feelings, and it very well might have. The woods were alive, and she loved them dearly, so why would she do anything less than her best to ensure they are safe? Especially since they do the same for her.
Her next question might strike a little strangely, but it was well-meaning and simply to satisfy her curiosity about what kind of person he was. “Have you ever been in love?” She asked with inquisitive eyes.
As he began his answer, she listened quietly. He would notice nothing strange from her in response to the knowledge of the Old Gods not being within the barrier. She was well aware what the barrier did, and she was also well aware of the lives the people within led. It was like watching a story unfold before her eyes, and she often enjoyed going up to the barrier and looking just for the hells of it.
What she didn’t know, however, was that apparently they didn’t really worship the Old Gods within the barrier. Was that simply because of their absence? Or was it that they just no longer appreciated the significance of the deities. Either way, she simply listened to him before commenting on his words. It was rude to interrupt, after all.
She smiled when
Clearly, his answer was satisfactory - even a little impressive - to the Fae. Her legs swung on either side of the branch, hands in front of her, bracing herself easily on the limb. “Rae is my god,” she told him. “They are wonderful. They don’t seem to care much for the nonsense of people, devoting themselves to the natural world, which is something I try to do as well. My reverence is saved mostly for them, and I do everything I can to keep the land happy.” She spoke as though the world itself was alive and had feelings, and it very well might have. The woods were alive, and she loved them dearly, so why would she do anything less than her best to ensure they are safe? Especially since they do the same for her.
Her next question might strike a little strangely, but it was well-meaning and simply to satisfy her curiosity about what kind of person he was. “Have you ever been in love?” She asked with inquisitive eyes.
