what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
"Whatever we all feel like, really." Edwyn replies sunnily. "The Voice has no need of offerings of course...and it isn't like with your gods, where the quality of what's on offer has anything to do with their mood. But...it's a sign of respect, I think? For most anyhow. I imagine for some who are more new to being ascended, it's more of a habit." He replies with a soft shrug, nodding appreciatively as Jack begins to shift things about. The captain is fairly efficient for a man as wiry as he is. It all goes rather well for him, the debris moving more or less with ease as he chucks it out from the shrine and into the seawater that surrounds the cave. As he moves things, he'll notice some rather valuable looking trinkets...will he risk trying to scoop them up for himself?
"Nice to meet you too!" Offering the cook a dazzlingly white smile, the ascended nods a welcome hello of appreciation. "Edwyn Digby." The name has a charming bounce to it that way it's said, as if the ascended might be a performer in his other life. He isn't of course, but writers can have interesting names too.Saiden will find that he's having a considerably harder go of things. The storms of the past season have really done a number on the shrine, and many of the larger boulders look ready to give way at any moment, sealing them in the cave. Will he ask for help? Or does he have a clever trick up his sleeve (not that he's probably wearing any), to try and reinforce things?
"Nice to meet you too!" Offering the cook a dazzlingly white smile, the ascended nods a welcome hello of appreciation. "Edwyn Digby." The name has a charming bounce to it that way it's said, as if the ascended might be a performer in his other life. He isn't of course, but writers can have interesting names too.
