There was no denying that, even if they hadn’t come from the same world, Jigano understood the strangeness of landing on a place like the one they were on now. Foreign customs, practices, magic. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Rance had been put at ease so quickly.
He still didn’t doubt that some of what Jigano told him about the natives had to be softened a bit for his benefit. At the same time, though, he’d freely admitted that Caido as a whole was not an easy place to live. And Rance knew from his talk with Maea when he first arrived that people who lived in the Hollowed Ground had gone through a lot while trapped in the damn magical soap bubble. It was possible that they were happy just to have people around who didn’t mean to cause them further harm.
An image of what Rance wanted to do with his lantern was starting to form in his mind as paint marked paper and they talked about the fate of their items of reflection. Lantern or candle, there was enough similarity to the rituals and the deities they were dedicated to. So the conversation shift toward the gods themselves felt natural instead of an interview. "No children who follow her path. The name isn’t just a title. Stories say she died to get her post.” He looked up at Jigano, reaching for the other pieces of blue paper he would need to complete his lantern. He repeated the same design – more or less – on each sheet as he continued. "Thinking about what you said, she might do the jobs of this Mort and Ludo combined. Though, she doesn’t guide many souls herself, only welcomes the ones who come to her.” Rance had never been particularly devout to any god, picking up stories for all of them as he traveled, but the Ghost Queen interested him a little more than most of the others. Ravens were so often called her servants, how could he not be?
"Does Ludo guide all the souls himself? Is that what you meant by ‘herald’?”
He still didn’t doubt that some of what Jigano told him about the natives had to be softened a bit for his benefit. At the same time, though, he’d freely admitted that Caido as a whole was not an easy place to live. And Rance knew from his talk with Maea when he first arrived that people who lived in the Hollowed Ground had gone through a lot while trapped in the damn magical soap bubble. It was possible that they were happy just to have people around who didn’t mean to cause them further harm.
An image of what Rance wanted to do with his lantern was starting to form in his mind as paint marked paper and they talked about the fate of their items of reflection. Lantern or candle, there was enough similarity to the rituals and the deities they were dedicated to. So the conversation shift toward the gods themselves felt natural instead of an interview. "No children who follow her path. The name isn’t just a title. Stories say she died to get her post.” He looked up at Jigano, reaching for the other pieces of blue paper he would need to complete his lantern. He repeated the same design – more or less – on each sheet as he continued. "Thinking about what you said, she might do the jobs of this Mort and Ludo combined. Though, she doesn’t guide many souls herself, only welcomes the ones who come to her.” Rance had never been particularly devout to any god, picking up stories for all of them as he traveled, but the Ghost Queen interested him a little more than most of the others. Ravens were so often called her servants, how could he not be?
"Does Ludo guide all the souls himself? Is that what you meant by ‘herald’?”
