CIAN
the eye
"She's done something unprecedented this time." Cian doesn't turn as they file in, some sitting, some remaining standing. There is a shocking amount of tension in the Eye's shoulders, and those who have been around Cian for any lenght of time, will likely notice the way he doesn't try to mask his anger.
The Eye's reaction is nearly as unprecedented as the thing he's about to say.
Turning, his eyes pale and cold not unlike DeepFrost mornings that promise to freeze your lungs should you dare to take a breath, the Eye looks at the book he's holding, before snapping it shut and placing it on the mantle. Finn will recognize this book.
'The veil between life and death is thinnest during the Festival of Lights...it is why so many pray to Ludo during that time." Cian says this with the expectation everyone knows exactly what he's talking about. "But this year, it was not only the herald who plucked souls from one side and brought them back over. The Voice has managed to take the souls of no less than eight who had previously died." He doesn't reach for the book, having already memorized the names. "Mabel Occidendum, Edrei Launceleyn, Isla Lockwood, Kiada Njovu-Reyes, Adam Pikely, Peter Pikely, Ezra, and Maea Valair. All returned. And now all ascended."
Cian's jaw feathers as his gaze drifts around the room.
"I'm at a loss for what we ought to do. I would hear suggestions, if you have them."
You see now what I meant. Unprecedented.
The Eye's reaction is nearly as unprecedented as the thing he's about to say.
Turning, his eyes pale and cold not unlike DeepFrost mornings that promise to freeze your lungs should you dare to take a breath, the Eye looks at the book he's holding, before snapping it shut and placing it on the mantle. Finn will recognize this book.
'The veil between life and death is thinnest during the Festival of Lights...it is why so many pray to Ludo during that time." Cian says this with the expectation everyone knows exactly what he's talking about. "But this year, it was not only the herald who plucked souls from one side and brought them back over. The Voice has managed to take the souls of no less than eight who had previously died." He doesn't reach for the book, having already memorized the names. "Mabel Occidendum, Edrei Launceleyn, Isla Lockwood, Kiada Njovu-Reyes, Adam Pikely, Peter Pikely, Ezra, and Maea Valair. All returned. And now all ascended."
Cian's jaw feathers as his gaze drifts around the room.
"I'm at a loss for what we ought to do. I would hear suggestions, if you have them."
You see now what I meant. Unprecedented.
