dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Loren. Ok then. Noted.
With a nod that she’s heard, her attention goes fully to Deimos, who is generous enough to accept the not-so-prestigious position. In any other circumstance, in another world, he might have been the General they need. But here? Here, their problems all seem to be magical. There aren’t any invading armies yet, so that requires a little bit of… imagination on their part. She spreads her hands in a rare gesture of uncertainty. She may be out of truly good ideas, but she doesn’t ask for Ronin to chime in and save the day. “In an ideal world, you’d have a lot of people to whip into cohesion. Now you have three. Two, if we’re being brutally honest.” A guilty look to her fellow ruler. “Sorry, Ronin.”
This is the nature of their relationship these days. Hard truths dealt with as much gentility as they can muster, or is appropriate. “Your ultimate goal is to defend the Hallowed Grounds. But I think there’s room to grow. If they see us under your instruction, finding ways to work together - Ascended and Abandoned and Attuned and Accepted all together - not just with swords and weapons, but in trust and as a unit, using our individual strengths to contribute, it might be a more attractive group.” A short chuckle as she backtracks a bit. “I don’t know how to do that, exactly, but that is the theory behind it. Right now.”
They need to be flexible and be able to adapt. What they need now may not be what they need a year from now. But she looks from Deimos to Ronin and then finally to Loren, if he’ll meet her gaze. There are a thousand things going on right now, this isn’t a priority. But maybe when the time comes to clear their heads and put in the physical effort this militia needs to get going, they can set an example for the rest of the people.
With a nod that she’s heard, her attention goes fully to Deimos, who is generous enough to accept the not-so-prestigious position. In any other circumstance, in another world, he might have been the General they need. But here? Here, their problems all seem to be magical. There aren’t any invading armies yet, so that requires a little bit of… imagination on their part. She spreads her hands in a rare gesture of uncertainty. She may be out of truly good ideas, but she doesn’t ask for Ronin to chime in and save the day. “In an ideal world, you’d have a lot of people to whip into cohesion. Now you have three. Two, if we’re being brutally honest.” A guilty look to her fellow ruler. “Sorry, Ronin.”
This is the nature of their relationship these days. Hard truths dealt with as much gentility as they can muster, or is appropriate. “Your ultimate goal is to defend the Hallowed Grounds. But I think there’s room to grow. If they see us under your instruction, finding ways to work together - Ascended and Abandoned and Attuned and Accepted all together - not just with swords and weapons, but in trust and as a unit, using our individual strengths to contribute, it might be a more attractive group.” A short chuckle as she backtracks a bit. “I don’t know how to do that, exactly, but that is the theory behind it. Right now.”
They need to be flexible and be able to adapt. What they need now may not be what they need a year from now. But she looks from Deimos to Ronin and then finally to Loren, if he’ll meet her gaze. There are a thousand things going on right now, this isn’t a priority. But maybe when the time comes to clear their heads and put in the physical effort this militia needs to get going, they can set an example for the rest of the people.
