who we are and all that we're trying to be
Another surprise; that she came at all, too used to the days where he was either mocked or ignored for his attempts. He maneuvered back, standing at Zuriel’s side as the mare nodded, bowed her head in greeting to the goddess. Safrin’s compliment, and subsequent joke, left him blinking, then snorting, allowing the smallest of amusements to be released. His cranium tilted, regarding, ghosts and stars, leaning against the shrine, granting him an audience again. “Thank you for listening,” he stated at first, one hand intertwining along Zuriel’s long mane, untangling, keeping restless movements busy.
His eyes went to her as his thoughts drummed up the angles and interpretations, the experiences they’d wrought and wreaked upon themselves. “I was wondering if there were other ways to repel the LongNight monsters.” The beast was aware of the luxere and their light, their powers, and they’d utilized the herd as best they could. There was always Amalia’s staff too – but only the one, and thought it was certainly protective, it could only go so far. Relying upon singular entities wasn’t a grand design, and he had every intention of avoiding the disastrous wake of the previous LongNight – where his fire ended up having to bring down the entire guild, the demons forcing them to flee, and deaths still there, hanging in the air. “We prepared last year, with less than stellar results.” The monsters had still come in – though with the open-door policy, it had been a likely threat. Or was there a way to stop, cease, them altogether? Wouldn’t Naturals have tried it all before? It was a frustrating aspect, and as the General, he sought more methods, more designations, to presume a stronger, mightier threshold for those deigned to stay.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
