It was true that the traders could be lying, she knows. Some of them probably were, which is part of why she wasn’t trading her house away without a little more assurance (granted, she would have the luxury of testing the product). Still though, she is sure it is real. How she is sure is just in the same way Halovians are sure there are dragons despite never seeing one. There were stories of them, of course, people claiming to see them - her mother included - though no real proof. Yet she did not doubt their existence.
She wasn’t holding her breath on ever seeing the real thing, though. His ‘I see’ suggests he wasn’t either.
He smiles at her question, and she’s glad he’s not annoyed that she’s now started asking questions about him. Granted she’d only asked one so far, though she had about a million. Maybe she’d refrain from asking them all...it might depend on how long the sun took to actually set. “The Voice,” she says, half question and half statement as he mentions his goddess. Given the lack of portals, Halo hadn’t exactly been privy to everything going on and as such, the new gods were newer still for Halovians, though she had heard the name at this point and some pieces of the story.
She grins as he turns invisible, reaching out a finger to poke in the air where he’d just been, curious if he was intangible or just invisible. She may or may not actually manage to poke him (what a great way to make friends, Weaver...). “What are her plans, if I may ask?” It is curiosity that drives the question. Weaver may have no love for the gods, but only inasmuch as they have no love for her. She is not a fool as to believe that their plans will not affect her, and it would be nice to have some idea of what might come. The gods will never tell her, and so she will only be able to find out through others willing to tell her. She’s not looking to judge good or bad, but simply to know, because to know is to be better prepared.
He reappears, answering her question about oceans. “You must be right. It’s just so weird to me, but then again, even being here is still weird to me. I never really expected to see anything but mountains and snow. I’ve never been past those mountains, and our Sea of Glass is not quite the same, I suspect.” Her world had been so small for so long, little more than the Citadel and the surrounding area, the occasional trip to the Fangs. How strange for it to be made so much larger.
She wasn’t holding her breath on ever seeing the real thing, though. His ‘I see’ suggests he wasn’t either.
He smiles at her question, and she’s glad he’s not annoyed that she’s now started asking questions about him. Granted she’d only asked one so far, though she had about a million. Maybe she’d refrain from asking them all...it might depend on how long the sun took to actually set. “The Voice,” she says, half question and half statement as he mentions his goddess. Given the lack of portals, Halo hadn’t exactly been privy to everything going on and as such, the new gods were newer still for Halovians, though she had heard the name at this point and some pieces of the story.
She grins as he turns invisible, reaching out a finger to poke in the air where he’d just been, curious if he was intangible or just invisible. She may or may not actually manage to poke him (what a great way to make friends, Weaver...). “What are her plans, if I may ask?” It is curiosity that drives the question. Weaver may have no love for the gods, but only inasmuch as they have no love for her. She is not a fool as to believe that their plans will not affect her, and it would be nice to have some idea of what might come. The gods will never tell her, and so she will only be able to find out through others willing to tell her. She’s not looking to judge good or bad, but simply to know, because to know is to be better prepared.
He reappears, answering her question about oceans. “You must be right. It’s just so weird to me, but then again, even being here is still weird to me. I never really expected to see anything but mountains and snow. I’ve never been past those mountains, and our Sea of Glass is not quite the same, I suspect.” Her world had been so small for so long, little more than the Citadel and the surrounding area, the occasional trip to the Fangs. How strange for it to be made so much larger.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
