CHULANE
I believe that dreams are sacred
It was a magnificent display, one the Chief admired from a wary distance. What a sight did they make; a great looming moose, a majestic mythical lion and a tower of a man, silhouetted in the evening twilight against a great pillar of fire. Before now, ,Chulane would probably have not been able to be moved to feeling spiritual, or grateful, or genuinely wanting to give offerings to a deity - but with what he had endured so far, what he had seen and become… it felt right, and fitting, and despite the urgency of the illness, he found himself happy to stay here with them.
At least they were under the illusion of safety here, not bringing themselves or others into harm's way, making an offering to the herald of life and starlight.
Bowing his great rack of antlers, he motioned to throw the moss he had gathered there into the flames, watching in wonder as they were taken up by the magical pillar, feeling a sense of quiet awe and respect for all the motion stood for. 'Pretty people?' he asked of Loren, though perhaps he should've just let it be. Then he considered Deimos' request for clarification more seriously, mulling over the question in his mind before letting it sound across the bond.
'What is she like?' He'd heard she was like starlight, like galaxies, and he struggled to comprehend it without seeing it for himself. 'What does it mean to be the herald of a God?'
At least they were under the illusion of safety here, not bringing themselves or others into harm's way, making an offering to the herald of life and starlight.
Bowing his great rack of antlers, he motioned to throw the moss he had gathered there into the flames, watching in wonder as they were taken up by the magical pillar, feeling a sense of quiet awe and respect for all the motion stood for. 'Pretty people?' he asked of Loren, though perhaps he should've just let it be. Then he considered Deimos' request for clarification more seriously, mulling over the question in his mind before letting it sound across the bond.
'What is she like?' He'd heard she was like starlight, like galaxies, and he struggled to comprehend it without seeing it for himself. 'What does it mean to be the herald of a God?'
Take my darkest fears and play them
