Aamu
He wonders how Azrael came into this world: they seem too good, too pure. He worries (wonders?) time will stain them, darken them, weigh them down with grief and despair and hopelessness. Already they'd lost a parent, been forced to endure the reincarnation of her voice.
No child should be tormented with hearing their parent's voice luring them to death, having to say no—
Yet here they are, smiling, a ray of sunshine to rival even the moon's radiance and allure. Aamu nods to confirm what he said previously, happily distracted by the sketch. "No parent ever truly ceases to worry," he mumbles, perhaps a bit too distracted—it's a strange moment, an open doorway to his past, but one he (for once) doesn't notice. "This is a lovely sketch." —of a lovely place.
"Yeah," he says after a moment, straightening up and linking his fine hands behind his back. He squares his shoulders for a moment. "King's End is largely a graveyard. You know all these gently rolling hills and the mounds? They're the barrows of kings, or gods, of old, each set with an iron door to their grave. Those who try to open them are either never seen again, or suffer a terrible accident. And somewhere in between all of them is The Last Step—a fabled staircase that leads heavenwards. It's notoriously difficult to find, and notoriously diffuclt to find your way back from. Upon its last step wishes can be granted, gods can be slain, and kings can be born—or so they say." He's tempted by the idea of trying to get a herald up there and seeing if they can, indeed, die there. "This, this is Meadowreach. A lovely place."
Of course there's even more to King's End. Aamu turns his head towards Azrael with a wry smile. "Then there's the KingMaker..."
No child should be tormented with hearing their parent's voice luring them to death, having to say no—
Yet here they are, smiling, a ray of sunshine to rival even the moon's radiance and allure. Aamu nods to confirm what he said previously, happily distracted by the sketch. "No parent ever truly ceases to worry," he mumbles, perhaps a bit too distracted—it's a strange moment, an open doorway to his past, but one he (for once) doesn't notice. "This is a lovely sketch." —of a lovely place.
"Yeah," he says after a moment, straightening up and linking his fine hands behind his back. He squares his shoulders for a moment. "King's End is largely a graveyard. You know all these gently rolling hills and the mounds? They're the barrows of kings, or gods, of old, each set with an iron door to their grave. Those who try to open them are either never seen again, or suffer a terrible accident. And somewhere in between all of them is The Last Step—a fabled staircase that leads heavenwards. It's notoriously difficult to find, and notoriously diffuclt to find your way back from. Upon its last step wishes can be granted, gods can be slain, and kings can be born—or so they say." He's tempted by the idea of trying to get a herald up there and seeing if they can, indeed, die there. "This, this is Meadowreach. A lovely place."
Of course there's even more to King's End. Aamu turns his head towards Azrael with a wry smile. "Then there's the KingMaker..."
