NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Neron smirked sidelong at Rexanna - all in all she had taken the Launceleyn mindgames and awkward aftermath with no end of grace. All things certain to bring her up in his estimation, which was a notoriously difficult achievement with the frosty Warden. ”That you would even go so far to consider friendship is both baffling and kind,” he said, watching the basket as well and admiring its craftsmanship. ”You are certainly not what I expected, and in a pleasantly surprising way.” Code, perhaps, for ‘you are nothing like your predecessor’. But what Rex lacked in Wessex’s thorny pragmatism she most certainly made up for elsewhere.
”Fire blessings,” he confirmed with a nod. ”In the citadel it is considered a crime to allow a fire to die. Part of my job as Warden is to perform fire blessings - a ritual to keep the flames alive during difficult times.” A load of bollocks to be sure, but with a nudge from illusion magic it looked impressive enough, and the locals ate it up.
Raising his eyebrows - of course Ascended couldn’t get drunk - Neron stood by to let her examine the basket as long as she wanted, meanwhile taking in the sights of a marketplace so similar and so different to the one he had left behind. ”Is there no equivalent? Or are the Ascended created too pure for such things?”
”Fire blessings,” he confirmed with a nod. ”In the citadel it is considered a crime to allow a fire to die. Part of my job as Warden is to perform fire blessings - a ritual to keep the flames alive during difficult times.” A load of bollocks to be sure, but with a nudge from illusion magic it looked impressive enough, and the locals ate it up.
Raising his eyebrows - of course Ascended couldn’t get drunk - Neron stood by to let her examine the basket as long as she wanted, meanwhile taking in the sights of a marketplace so similar and so different to the one he had left behind. ”Is there no equivalent? Or are the Ascended created too pure for such things?”
