dirty laundry, hangin' out with the white lies 'til they're clean sheets
testing loyalties,
Why not Jigano indeed. And she inhales a quietly sharp breath that she doesn’t need as she focuses on the Shield. “Because Jigano is the Outlander Advisor.” An easier answer, that he could technically do both, but his focus would mainly be on Outlanders and their relations, their ideals. She doesn’t know what else to add to it, nothing to back it up. She had reached out to the Loreseeker to tell him of the history position, and he had chosen to nominate himself for the Outlander one.
Such was life, such was this.
The petty remark is granted with a softer look to her gaze, a smile crossing her face. “I’m not a Natural Ascended, Amalia. I am an Outlander that arrived here as an Abandoned, already forsaken by the gods here – turned Ascended because of what happened to me for being an Abandoned. The Voice is my goddess, yes, and she’s been there for me when I truly needed her to… But I do have my own mind.” She explains, waving a hand in the air around her.
The question of what the council will do doesn’t surprise her, and she nods slightly to settle a bit more. “I want it to be like a net. To hit all the edges so we’re not unprepared, unaware again. One person, gods, even three can’t do it. But with all of you, I can.” She pauses briefly. “Deimos is the head of the militia, Samuel is the Natural’s Advisor, Jigano is the Outlander Advisor, Phoebe is the Health official. And we want to have you as the Historian official.” Two Ascendeds out of six.
Such was life, such was this.
The petty remark is granted with a softer look to her gaze, a smile crossing her face. “I’m not a Natural Ascended, Amalia. I am an Outlander that arrived here as an Abandoned, already forsaken by the gods here – turned Ascended because of what happened to me for being an Abandoned. The Voice is my goddess, yes, and she’s been there for me when I truly needed her to… But I do have my own mind.” She explains, waving a hand in the air around her.
The question of what the council will do doesn’t surprise her, and she nods slightly to settle a bit more. “I want it to be like a net. To hit all the edges so we’re not unprepared, unaware again. One person, gods, even three can’t do it. But with all of you, I can.” She pauses briefly. “Deimos is the head of the militia, Samuel is the Natural’s Advisor, Jigano is the Outlander Advisor, Phoebe is the Health official. And we want to have you as the Historian official.” Two Ascendeds out of six.
please don't make me choose sides
when you leave me
REXANNA
