there's light at the edge of the darkness
Alright, well, that was a semantic point if the Launceleyn ever heard one. However, semantics seemed important enough to Oia’i’o. So he simply nodded in acknowledgement rather than saying something dumb. ”What do Vi, Rae, and Mort think about The Voice?” There. Specific, and avoiding any mention of either old or new gods except for the ones the summoner actually cared about.
As the demi-god explained how her magic worked, Loren frowned. He didn’t like the sound of that, not one bit. ”I would appreciate it if you didn’t use that magic on me without my permission.” He really, really, REALLY didn’t like magics that messed with his mind; while he was coming to accept illusions, he didn’t think he’d ever be fully comfortable with other mental magics. Pulling Astra close, arms wrapped around her, he buried his chin in her full. For her part, the luxere snuggled as close to him as she could, sensing that she needed to banish the dark memories rising within him.
Maybe they should count, but the Launceleyn wouldn’t hold his breath: those who’d judged him as dour and too serious were mostly out of his life now. While he regretted that, and would seek opportunities to rectify the mistakes that led him to this point, he didn’t expect anyone to give him the benefit of the doubt. Nor would he rely on that. ”I didn’t use to laugh this much.” He gave the daughter of Rae a sheepish grin, earlier frustration forgotten now that he had his companion comforting him. ”But I think you’ll find that many people here rush to judgment without collecting evidence first.” It was just how humans were. In fact, Oia’i’o was an outlier in that regard.
Okay, so now The Voice was a god. Maybe not a new god, but a god. For a brief moment, Loren considered pushing the demi-god, but he figured he wasn’t going to get a straight answer from her on this no matter how he phrased it. Instead, he just focused on the rest of what she said. ”What could kill her? And what would happen to the Ascended if she was killed?” Killing a god, new or not, seemed fraught, and it didn’t sit well with him, especially because he wasn’t convinced she was as evil as everyone said she was. Still he had to ask.
The other suggestions were more welcome. ”What could imprison her without trapping others?” Presumably, if the old gods were capable of that, they’d have done that instead of erecting the barrier. ”What could render her magically inert” See earlier thought about erecting the barrier.
As the demi-god explained how her magic worked, Loren frowned. He didn’t like the sound of that, not one bit. ”I would appreciate it if you didn’t use that magic on me without my permission.” He really, really, REALLY didn’t like magics that messed with his mind; while he was coming to accept illusions, he didn’t think he’d ever be fully comfortable with other mental magics. Pulling Astra close, arms wrapped around her, he buried his chin in her full. For her part, the luxere snuggled as close to him as she could, sensing that she needed to banish the dark memories rising within him.
Maybe they should count, but the Launceleyn wouldn’t hold his breath: those who’d judged him as dour and too serious were mostly out of his life now. While he regretted that, and would seek opportunities to rectify the mistakes that led him to this point, he didn’t expect anyone to give him the benefit of the doubt. Nor would he rely on that. ”I didn’t use to laugh this much.” He gave the daughter of Rae a sheepish grin, earlier frustration forgotten now that he had his companion comforting him. ”But I think you’ll find that many people here rush to judgment without collecting evidence first.” It was just how humans were. In fact, Oia’i’o was an outlier in that regard.
Okay, so now The Voice was a god. Maybe not a new god, but a god. For a brief moment, Loren considered pushing the demi-god, but he figured he wasn’t going to get a straight answer from her on this no matter how he phrased it. Instead, he just focused on the rest of what she said. ”What could kill her? And what would happen to the Ascended if she was killed?” Killing a god, new or not, seemed fraught, and it didn’t sit well with him, especially because he wasn’t convinced she was as evil as everyone said she was. Still he had to ask.
The other suggestions were more welcome. ”What could imprison her without trapping others?” Presumably, if the old gods were capable of that, they’d have done that instead of erecting the barrier. ”What could render her magically inert” See earlier thought about erecting the barrier.
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