Talking about his own world was unexpectedly soothing, though in the sense that his temper was cooling from a blaze to crackling embers. Rance noted the quill lifting and writing, but in passing. After what he’d seen so far, a pen writing by enchantment seemed as mundane as any magic he might seen back home. Though he was starting to realize that he might not be as knowledgeable about that as he’d once assumed, considering how many acts of magic had shocked him stupid since his arrival. His lingering anger helped keep him focused on what he was saying instead of getting distracted once again.
Then Jigano spoke of the Old Gods and their heralds, and Rance found his anger cooling even further, replaced by the curiosity that never truly left. Red brows arched on hearing that prayers were personally answered, something he’d certainly never heard of happening on his own world. And hearing Ludo compared to the Ghost Queen had him sitting up a bit straighter.
“We have a similar celebration for the Ghost Queen, though it’s in the dead of winter. Lightin’ candles for those who’ve passed, so they can know they haven’t been forgotten and decorating the Queen’s shrine to thank her for keepin’ their souls safe.” He’d celebrated every year with his family, even if he’d been away from them for months. With a pang, he winced, realizing he would miss the celebration this year and, probably, every year from then on. “This Festival of Lights isn’t my holiday, but… do you mind if I join you?”
Then Jigano spoke of the Old Gods and their heralds, and Rance found his anger cooling even further, replaced by the curiosity that never truly left. Red brows arched on hearing that prayers were personally answered, something he’d certainly never heard of happening on his own world. And hearing Ludo compared to the Ghost Queen had him sitting up a bit straighter.
“We have a similar celebration for the Ghost Queen, though it’s in the dead of winter. Lightin’ candles for those who’ve passed, so they can know they haven’t been forgotten and decorating the Queen’s shrine to thank her for keepin’ their souls safe.” He’d celebrated every year with his family, even if he’d been away from them for months. With a pang, he winced, realizing he would miss the celebration this year and, probably, every year from then on. “This Festival of Lights isn’t my holiday, but… do you mind if I join you?”
