The General clarified, explaining that the woman he was referencing, this Amalia, was not a priestess, but a Shield. The term intrigued me, the many possibilities behind its meaning dancing along the different trails my imagination conjured. What did it mean to be the Shield of a god in these lands? Was it similar to a priest or priestess, or more like a nun in service to the catholic religion on Earth? Was she a defender, putting herself in the line of a threat to this herald of a god?
But what could be a threat to a being that powerful?
If everything I had learned of these beings so far, only something very powerful could possibly threaten them. Why did they have need of a Shield?
Perhaps I was thinking too much into this. (Or maybe I was not thinking enough.)
A lingering remnant of something a bit more than amiability was clearly evident on the bond, and I found myself looking again at the hound, seeing him in a different light - more curious than ever to visit this place under light of day, to meet him again, to learn more from him. Idly, I wondered if he knew Kiada, or Jigano - as General, he must know of the Grounders venturing to Halo to improve chances of survival of the oncoming season. Hell, he was probably the one to arrange it.
"I look forward to meeting her, come Flowerbirth," I said with earnest honesty, before once more falling into stride with the hound, trusting him inherently to guide me, to lead me to the next gem of information, knowledge and support that I would rely on in future ventures to this region.
But what could be a threat to a being that powerful?
If everything I had learned of these beings so far, only something very powerful could possibly threaten them. Why did they have need of a Shield?
Perhaps I was thinking too much into this. (Or maybe I was not thinking enough.)
A lingering remnant of something a bit more than amiability was clearly evident on the bond, and I found myself looking again at the hound, seeing him in a different light - more curious than ever to visit this place under light of day, to meet him again, to learn more from him. Idly, I wondered if he knew Kiada, or Jigano - as General, he must know of the Grounders venturing to Halo to improve chances of survival of the oncoming season. Hell, he was probably the one to arrange it.
"I look forward to meeting her, come Flowerbirth," I said with earnest honesty, before once more falling into stride with the hound, trusting him inherently to guide me, to lead me to the next gem of information, knowledge and support that I would rely on in future ventures to this region.
Chulane
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