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"To call them the old gods lends legitimacy to the Voice being a god." You point out. Whether she is or isn't, you haven't properly she decided. She possesses the type of god-level magic of which you're going to argue with Loren about shortly, but over and above that? You aren't sure.
You don't notice the sharpness in Loren's tone nor how his gaze changes. Perhaps had Kai been here and instructing you to do so, you might have, given how kind and charitable the Launceleyn had been with you thus far. The sudden change in demeanor was quite apparent given that, but all you notice is Astra pulling away. For a moment your eyes grow wide and child-like, obviously distressed at being deprived of the creature's touch. Quickly though the impassivity for which you are known takes root just as strongly as your magic does, and you nod. "It is like illusion magic, only much more concentrated. I can take your mind somewhere else. Make you experience and see things for instructional purposes." It was, in point of fact, everything the Launceleyns might have ever dreamed of.
"They should count if they are going to make judgments." You say, nearly frowning. What evidence would they use, then?
"What the Voice can do, for example." You say, again not noticing how the conversation was making Loren bristle. Instead you've started focusing on his adam's apple, watching it bob up and down as he spoke, liking the cadence of it. "No. She could be killed. Imprisoned on her own. Rendered magically inert." Your shoulders twitch slightly, as if you'd meant to shrug and then promptly stopped the action which is exactly what had happened.
You don't notice the sharpness in Loren's tone nor how his gaze changes. Perhaps had Kai been here and instructing you to do so, you might have, given how kind and charitable the Launceleyn had been with you thus far. The sudden change in demeanor was quite apparent given that, but all you notice is Astra pulling away. For a moment your eyes grow wide and child-like, obviously distressed at being deprived of the creature's touch. Quickly though the impassivity for which you are known takes root just as strongly as your magic does, and you nod. "It is like illusion magic, only much more concentrated. I can take your mind somewhere else. Make you experience and see things for instructional purposes." It was, in point of fact, everything the Launceleyns might have ever dreamed of.
"They should count if they are going to make judgments." You say, nearly frowning. What evidence would they use, then?
"What the Voice can do, for example." You say, again not noticing how the conversation was making Loren bristle. Instead you've started focusing on his adam's apple, watching it bob up and down as he spoke, liking the cadence of it. "No. She could be killed. Imprisoned on her own. Rendered magically inert." Your shoulders twitch slightly, as if you'd meant to shrug and then promptly stopped the action which is exactly what had happened.
of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
