Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
"Huh," I respond simply to her explanation of both this 'demi-god'-ness and the Outlander information. Within that word is a wealth of unspoken thoughts and questions - Jigano hadn't mentioned demi-god explicitly, though I had mused on their existence during all of our interactions so far. Yet another thing for me to ponder, to wonder and research.
I had heard of the prison that held the Voice, the Spire at the Hallowed Grounds. I had seen it, explored the surrounding area whilst wearing my leopard form, given a tour and a history by a hellhound. It wasn't a pleasant story - certainly not as simple as this woman presented it.
"Why was she imprisoned?" I mused softly, taking a sip from my drink, an eyebrow raising as I posed yet another question to the woman, finding myself still with many of them, but letting the conversation flow itself into the answers she would willingly give.
I had heard of the prison that held the Voice, the Spire at the Hallowed Grounds. I had seen it, explored the surrounding area whilst wearing my leopard form, given a tour and a history by a hellhound. It wasn't a pleasant story - certainly not as simple as this woman presented it.
"Why was she imprisoned?" I mused softly, taking a sip from my drink, an eyebrow raising as I posed yet another question to the woman, finding myself still with many of them, but letting the conversation flow itself into the answers she would willingly give.
CHULANE
