written in the stars

Gideon

the priest

Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you

Juniper's viewpoint was a considered and fair one; if it were being applied to anyone except the Ascended, Gideon would have approved. As it was, though, he was disappointed. The Ascended, much like their Goddess that brought them into the world, were inherently evil, their existence itself a mark of shame on the beautiful world the Old Gods had made. He held his tongue, just about, knowing better than to be upfront about his more extreme ideas.

"You would receive support from Stormbreak, as you would for any other goal in this area." He assured her, sure that the Order would be willing to assist in any Fae battle against the Ascended. After all, the Fae were a race created by the Old Gods the same as the Accepted, and he was sure together Stormbreak and the Greatwood could make quite the impact on the Voice's forces.

He raised an eyebrow at her hopeful sentiments, thinking it all very unlikely, but not saying anything for the moment; discouraging could wait until there was a more immediate danger. Putting down his now empty cup, Gideon nodded. "You're clearly very intelligent; a good person to be leading this kind of mission. I hope it goes well. Thank you for the snack."

The best of you, Honey, belongs to me