"Oh no, I have interest in the New Ones, too! In fact... hrm. That might be an interesting thing to check out..." They considered the idea they'd just had and then brightened. "Thank you! You've given me a new avenue to explore." And, as usual, they smiled. Also as usual, they meant it.
Quanil didn't think about Ascended often, and didn't really have any reason to distrust or dislike them, personally. They had no idea they were talking to one, but that was hardly surprising; their first interaction with an Ascended, they'd thought Nate was a floating hooded cloak and a pair of shoes. (To be fair, they had been rather sleep-deprived at the time.)
The question of judging age was a bit thornier. "Um, well, I can't. Not just by looking. I mean, you can tell if a building is old if the materials used to make it aren't used anymore or if the building's falling apart, but in general, you can't, no. But I can take notes, and then go back and see if the Loreseekers have anything about similar... building styles or other features. Maybe someone somewhere knew a particular building was however-many years old, and it had this feature and that feature and they stopped doing those however-many-other years later, and then if you find a building with those features, you can tell how old it is. It takes time, and I'm not even sure if we have any books about it, but it's worth checking into." Especially now.
Quanil lowered their head when Amun expressed their understanding about distractions and their ignorance of Ludo's workings. "Sorry, I made things sad again. I didn't mean to! But... it's hard not to be sad right now, and it's okay to be sad because a good person we both knew is gone from the world. And I guess knowing how the gods work isn't something any of them really want."
Quanil didn't think about Ascended often, and didn't really have any reason to distrust or dislike them, personally. They had no idea they were talking to one, but that was hardly surprising; their first interaction with an Ascended, they'd thought Nate was a floating hooded cloak and a pair of shoes. (To be fair, they had been rather sleep-deprived at the time.)
The question of judging age was a bit thornier. "Um, well, I can't. Not just by looking. I mean, you can tell if a building is old if the materials used to make it aren't used anymore or if the building's falling apart, but in general, you can't, no. But I can take notes, and then go back and see if the Loreseekers have anything about similar... building styles or other features. Maybe someone somewhere knew a particular building was however-many years old, and it had this feature and that feature and they stopped doing those however-many-other years later, and then if you find a building with those features, you can tell how old it is. It takes time, and I'm not even sure if we have any books about it, but it's worth checking into." Especially now.
Quanil lowered their head when Amun expressed their understanding about distractions and their ignorance of Ludo's workings. "Sorry, I made things sad again. I didn't mean to! But... it's hard not to be sad right now, and it's okay to be sad because a good person we both knew is gone from the world. And I guess knowing how the gods work isn't something any of them really want."
