Gideon
the priest
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you
'Cause the rest of you
"The Celestine is a wonderful garden. Filled with plants and animals and so beautiful you could swear it was Safrin's home itself." Gideon said with a smile, obviously very fond of it. He wasn't expecting the flurry that questions that followed, but they seemed more driven by simple curiosity than needling, so he was happy to answer. "The city was made by humans as far as I'm aware, but I'm sure the Gods had a hand in it, as they do all."
That she specifically asked for carriages and towers of Glass made him laugh. "Carriages, yes. I often get one from the Tower to the Temple, if I've had a long day." Gideon tried to walk when he could, but sometimes the work of an Order member was tiring. "As for towers of glass..hm. Not as such, but the Needle is probably close enough to what you mean." He assumed so, anyway. Clearly Amalia had heard stories from somewhere. "Why don't you come back with me sometime? I'd love to show you around, especially my Temple."
He didn't ask after her 'belonging to' Vi, seeing that it was quite a sensitive matter. Sometimes, faith was a private thing, and he wouldn't dig too deep into her bond with Vi, which had to be a sacred thing. Still, Gideon was glad to see her consider how she spoke of her relationship with all Gods, listened patiently as he adjusted the strap of one of the bags on his arm.
"To speak of the Gods passionately isn't bragging, Amalia. You should be aiming to inspire those less devout than yourself." Gideon gestured a fist gently in front of himself, a sign of determination. "There are too many now falling to the evil of Ascension...a terrible name for something that does not involve going anywhere higher at all. Stories like yours could help quell those tides."
That she specifically asked for carriages and towers of Glass made him laugh. "Carriages, yes. I often get one from the Tower to the Temple, if I've had a long day." Gideon tried to walk when he could, but sometimes the work of an Order member was tiring. "As for towers of glass..hm. Not as such, but the Needle is probably close enough to what you mean." He assumed so, anyway. Clearly Amalia had heard stories from somewhere. "Why don't you come back with me sometime? I'd love to show you around, especially my Temple."
He didn't ask after her 'belonging to' Vi, seeing that it was quite a sensitive matter. Sometimes, faith was a private thing, and he wouldn't dig too deep into her bond with Vi, which had to be a sacred thing. Still, Gideon was glad to see her consider how she spoke of her relationship with all Gods, listened patiently as he adjusted the strap of one of the bags on his arm.
"To speak of the Gods passionately isn't bragging, Amalia. You should be aiming to inspire those less devout than yourself." Gideon gestured a fist gently in front of himself, a sign of determination. "There are too many now falling to the evil of Ascension...a terrible name for something that does not involve going anywhere higher at all. Stories like yours could help quell those tides."
The best of you, Honey, belongs to me
