There seemed to be some manner of communication occurring beyond what his ears could hear. Isla's reactions to the Voice's instructions to turn inwards, to feel and see, left the bard feeling decidedly... blind. When the goddess looked at him and lost her eternal smile for a moment the confusion cleared up somewhat, replaced by a weary resignation. He had brought Isla to the tree - the shrine, as it now so clearly was - but that service, it would seem, meant little.
Perhaps another time the words rang like crystal in his ears, a pointed declaration that he was not wanted - and so long as he remained, his friend could not freely ask her questions or gain the answers they all sought. Though he heard no further speech, he didn't really need to. A good bard knew when it was time to exit the stage. And so, not interrupting, he gave Isla a rueful little smile if she looked back, and a slight shake of his head to let her know that it was alright. Bowing courteously to the goddess the lorekeeper turned and walked quietly away, following his footsteps back to the tree he had met his friend at, near the edge of the woods, to await her return when she had finished her prayers.
Perhaps another time the words rang like crystal in his ears, a pointed declaration that he was not wanted - and so long as he remained, his friend could not freely ask her questions or gain the answers they all sought. Though he heard no further speech, he didn't really need to. A good bard knew when it was time to exit the stage. And so, not interrupting, he gave Isla a rueful little smile if she looked back, and a slight shake of his head to let her know that it was alright. Bowing courteously to the goddess the lorekeeper turned and walked quietly away, following his footsteps back to the tree he had met his friend at, near the edge of the woods, to await her return when she had finished her prayers.
