“Yeah, exactly,” Rance agreed, a small part of him relieved for the similarities. He was somewhat prepared for the gods of Caido to be completely different than the deities that watched over his world, but it was still less jarring that at least one of them was not.
“Thanks, me too,” Rance replied to a different sort of relief with a quirk of a smile at one corner of his mouth. “Never heard of zombies, but the ghosts I’m used to hearing about are harmless. Just impressions of souls with strong intents or magic, leavin’ an echo of themselves behind, like the spots you get in your vision if you stare at a candle flame too long. Annoyin’, but they disappear eventually. Where you’re from, they’re the actual souls?” That was almost as horrifying a thought as the reality of ghouls themselves.
He painted purple feathers above the red, slightly smaller, in that same simplified style. Jigano spoke of the gods and their ‘helpers’, Ludo in particular, which prompted Rance’s own slightly amused question about the lanterns they were preparing. Luckily, Jigano seemed to understand that Rance meant no insult by his question and gave a fairly detailed reply. It brought a little bit of sadness of Rance’s own smile. He reached for the dark blue paint, repeating the pattern of even smaller feathers. “I’m not sure if I’d want that. I will always light a candle in memorial, but actually talking to dead…” Rance trailed off for a moment, considering his next words. “I can see how some migh, though. That chance to make your peace. It’s the kind of gift that could hurt or help.” And very much the double-edged sword he was used to hearing about from the gods.
“Thanks, me too,” Rance replied to a different sort of relief with a quirk of a smile at one corner of his mouth. “Never heard of zombies, but the ghosts I’m used to hearing about are harmless. Just impressions of souls with strong intents or magic, leavin’ an echo of themselves behind, like the spots you get in your vision if you stare at a candle flame too long. Annoyin’, but they disappear eventually. Where you’re from, they’re the actual souls?” That was almost as horrifying a thought as the reality of ghouls themselves.
He painted purple feathers above the red, slightly smaller, in that same simplified style. Jigano spoke of the gods and their ‘helpers’, Ludo in particular, which prompted Rance’s own slightly amused question about the lanterns they were preparing. Luckily, Jigano seemed to understand that Rance meant no insult by his question and gave a fairly detailed reply. It brought a little bit of sadness of Rance’s own smile. He reached for the dark blue paint, repeating the pattern of even smaller feathers. “I’m not sure if I’d want that. I will always light a candle in memorial, but actually talking to dead…” Rance trailed off for a moment, considering his next words. “I can see how some migh, though. That chance to make your peace. It’s the kind of gift that could hurt or help.” And very much the double-edged sword he was used to hearing about from the gods.
