CIAN
the eye
Cian nods, the movement like some long left machine that dustily moves when only absolutely required. "That has ever been the theory." The Eye acknowledges. "In recent memory Tanau has always seemed...less than the Eirachi. Not in power, but in presence. Where she tricks and barters, the LongHeat god has always seemed content to bubble and broil away in the lava. Some say it's a younger god, if that even makes sense given what they represent."
All of this is said in a neutral stream of air. Cian might have been talking about gardening practices, rather than a newly re-discovered deity in a land known for its chaotic and dangerous terrains.
"I do believe our records of it will need updating after this. As will others." Cian smirks and yet his mouth doesn't move. "Amalia's, for instance. She's no longer an attuned, you know." He glances over his shoulder, the movement incredibly subtle, to catch Finn's reaction to this.
All of this is said in a neutral stream of air. Cian might have been talking about gardening practices, rather than a newly re-discovered deity in a land known for its chaotic and dangerous terrains.
"I do believe our records of it will need updating after this. As will others." Cian smirks and yet his mouth doesn't move. "Amalia's, for instance. She's no longer an attuned, you know." He glances over his shoulder, the movement incredibly subtle, to catch Finn's reaction to this.
