"Safrin gave you the book herself?" Ingrid murmured, a note of envy in her voice. What the provost said next made her grin.
What's this? The Provost — excuse me, I mean Glorified Librarian — attempts humor?
"My references refer to the God of All as 'It.' Caido is the creator of this land. It grew sad watching the strife we wrought on the soil It created, so It left. We drove Caido to forsake us. I don't know if It can ever return, but I hope that Its dream of a land at peace comes to fruition someday. I'm Ingrid, by the way, but 'it' works fine for me as well. There are also some who call me 'Shrine Hoe,'" she said, giving her cloak a fancy flourish as though it was a title of nobility. (Sure, it was just the one drunk who called her that, but she thought it was fucking hilarious.)
"When Zariah and the others first brought the barrier down..."
Ingrid stood up and slammed her hands down on the table, sending a tiny shudder across the surface of the woodwork.
"You're telling me it was LIGHTNING BITCH who unleashed Armageddon?!"
So much for liking her. She could go peddle her agenda to snow drift lady for all Ingrid cared. It took a minute, but she managed to calm herself down enough to listen to the rest of what Jigano had to say.
"In my experience, the people of Halo welcome all those who can survive their climate and the alcohol content of their tequila. It's part of what I like about them, actually... But killing a guardian sent by Rae is a crime of massive proportions. What do the Ascended look like? How will I know them? Is there any chance they'll spread this sickness to Halo?"
She hadn't heard the name Wessex before, but she'd already asked the poor nerd too many questions.
What's this? The Provost — excuse me, I mean Glorified Librarian — attempts humor?
"My references refer to the God of All as 'It.' Caido is the creator of this land. It grew sad watching the strife we wrought on the soil It created, so It left. We drove Caido to forsake us. I don't know if It can ever return, but I hope that Its dream of a land at peace comes to fruition someday. I'm Ingrid, by the way, but 'it' works fine for me as well. There are also some who call me 'Shrine Hoe,'" she said, giving her cloak a fancy flourish as though it was a title of nobility. (Sure, it was just the one drunk who called her that, but she thought it was fucking hilarious.)
"When Zariah and the others first brought the barrier down..."
Ingrid stood up and slammed her hands down on the table, sending a tiny shudder across the surface of the woodwork.
"You're telling me it was LIGHTNING BITCH who unleashed Armageddon?!"
So much for liking her. She could go peddle her agenda to snow drift lady for all Ingrid cared. It took a minute, but she managed to calm herself down enough to listen to the rest of what Jigano had to say.
"In my experience, the people of Halo welcome all those who can survive their climate and the alcohol content of their tequila. It's part of what I like about them, actually... But killing a guardian sent by Rae is a crime of massive proportions. What do the Ascended look like? How will I know them? Is there any chance they'll spread this sickness to Halo?"
She hadn't heard the name Wessex before, but she'd already asked the poor nerd too many questions.
