If one could fit all the fatherly disappointment in the world into one sigh, it would sound someone like the sound Gideon made at Luciana's hilarious joke of yelling out into the Cathedral. While she was similar in age to him, in his environment he felt able to put all of his authoritative energy into the disapproving noise. Still, as she went to open the case he was eager to see what she had made and his face quickly softened back to a more neutral expression.
"Wow." Was all he could say when it was revealed, all his annoyance forgotten as he knelt and leant in close to inspect the work. While Frey had never been a deity Gideon felt particularly close to (of course, he did his prayers and offerings and celebrated their holidays, but there were still Gods he felt more passionate about), in that moment he found himself moved by the depiction of their two halves. "You've outdone yourself, Luciana. Really."
Standing back up, he went to lift the piece and take it to the altar, where it would replace the old Frey statue: a rather gaudy thing, all truth be told, depicting a more...carnal side of what Frey had been known for. "I'll have to get out the new cloths to give this a proper welcome. Give me a hand? There'll be a meal in it for you." Gideon looked back to her, hoping she might be able to tell this was a hidden way of apologising for his earlier grumpiness.
"Wow." Was all he could say when it was revealed, all his annoyance forgotten as he knelt and leant in close to inspect the work. While Frey had never been a deity Gideon felt particularly close to (of course, he did his prayers and offerings and celebrated their holidays, but there were still Gods he felt more passionate about), in that moment he found himself moved by the depiction of their two halves. "You've outdone yourself, Luciana. Really."
Standing back up, he went to lift the piece and take it to the altar, where it would replace the old Frey statue: a rather gaudy thing, all truth be told, depicting a more...carnal side of what Frey had been known for. "I'll have to get out the new cloths to give this a proper welcome. Give me a hand? There'll be a meal in it for you." Gideon looked back to her, hoping she might be able to tell this was a hidden way of apologising for his earlier grumpiness.
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
