Aamu
Sometimes the best way to get someone to do something is to tell them not to do it, but he doubts that's the case with Azrael. They seem a bit too reasonable (and leashed by their dear father, though Aamu thinks there's no resentment for this). "Good," he offers with a slight smile.
And besides, better that they know what is out here, without Aamu trying to make it seem more benign than it could be. Truth to be told the jury is still out on what kills anyone digging for dead gods, but to think it is the KingMaker is not unreasonable.
By way of answer he moves slightly, less to hover behind Azrael and to be more beside them. He gives the horizon one last look, as if looking for something, before elegantly folding himself down into the grasses and flowers. "Have you ever smelled them?" he asks quietly as he cups the flowers between his hands, trying to draw their scent deep into his body but catching only the faintest memory of them.
Trying to bury his disappointment he leans back slightly, one sharp tooth poking out to trap his lip as he thinks. "King's End is full of little mysteries. The Boondocks were once a road, but to where? It ends in the sea, lures wayward ships in and wrecks them on the reefs. Mourn, which is a bit north of here, is a place of remembrance—like a graveyard. There's lanterns, benches, paths, gardens... Always very well kept, but by who?" His smile is enigmatic as he cranes his neck to look at Azrael.
And besides, better that they know what is out here, without Aamu trying to make it seem more benign than it could be. Truth to be told the jury is still out on what kills anyone digging for dead gods, but to think it is the KingMaker is not unreasonable.
By way of answer he moves slightly, less to hover behind Azrael and to be more beside them. He gives the horizon one last look, as if looking for something, before elegantly folding himself down into the grasses and flowers. "Have you ever smelled them?" he asks quietly as he cups the flowers between his hands, trying to draw their scent deep into his body but catching only the faintest memory of them.
Trying to bury his disappointment he leans back slightly, one sharp tooth poking out to trap his lip as he thinks. "King's End is full of little mysteries. The Boondocks were once a road, but to where? It ends in the sea, lures wayward ships in and wrecks them on the reefs. Mourn, which is a bit north of here, is a place of remembrance—like a graveyard. There's lanterns, benches, paths, gardens... Always very well kept, but by who?" His smile is enigmatic as he cranes his neck to look at Azrael.
