& this too, shall pass
"Primitive superstitions." You tell Kai with a knowing nod. "In some parts of Caido where access to Mort is limited, misinformation has been spread regarding souls and death. In these instances, the human-animals believe that there are additional requirements that must be met in order for a soul to be taken to Mort."
It hasn't even occurred to you yet that Outlanders might have brought with them their own strange traditions.
Looking at Loren, you nod. "That isn't how you say it." You tell him, as his tongue unskillfully carves out the raindrop-like quality of your name. "Greeting." You add, before stopping as he enters. You don't want to go inside, and were it not for Kai's hand suddenly in yours, you certainly would have remained where you were. Instead of letting your fingers simply slide against your twin's as you normally do, you grip his with an unhappy clench as you're lead deeper inside.
However as Abasi begins to speak, you pull out your notebook and record what he's saying. He's clearly an Outlander based on the way he mentions places you've never heard of, which suddenly makes this barbaric ordeal all the more interesting. As he mentions preservation, you stop, looking properly surprised. "You can stop things in time, too? Or, you could?" You ask.
Feeling unhappily obligated to help now that you've been forced inside, you look warily towards the sign and inch uncomfortably towards it.
Oia will write on the siiiign.
It hasn't even occurred to you yet that Outlanders might have brought with them their own strange traditions.
Looking at Loren, you nod. "That isn't how you say it." You tell him, as his tongue unskillfully carves out the raindrop-like quality of your name. "Greeting." You add, before stopping as he enters. You don't want to go inside, and were it not for Kai's hand suddenly in yours, you certainly would have remained where you were. Instead of letting your fingers simply slide against your twin's as you normally do, you grip his with an unhappy clench as you're lead deeper inside.
However as Abasi begins to speak, you pull out your notebook and record what he's saying. He's clearly an Outlander based on the way he mentions places you've never heard of, which suddenly makes this barbaric ordeal all the more interesting. As he mentions preservation, you stop, looking properly surprised. "You can stop things in time, too? Or, you could?" You ask.
Feeling unhappily obligated to help now that you've been forced inside, you look warily towards the sign and inch uncomfortably towards it.
Oia will write on the siiiign.
