this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
Sighing, Raza finds she doesn’t have the same energy for this conversation as the previous one with Arialla (which shouldn’t come as a surprise, considerin’ she’s just talkin’ to stay awake). Slowly noddin’ her head up an’ down, the Torcher agrees with the Ascended. “Aye. Things were fine while the heralds were in the bubble. Can’t blame folks fer wanton t’be free, but the heralds are -” pausing, her mouth tries to form the word she’s looking for, but her brain just can’t quite find it.
“They just keep goin’ at it.” Raza finally ends up sayin’, visibly a bit flustered, as she hunkers into the blanket some more.
“Creepy don’t mean it can’t be nice. Gave me a lightnin’ trident an’ everythin’” And Raza, like any true Torcher, can be bought. Maybe that’s why the heralds have success here, they’re at home in the hot house of bribes an’ manipulation in a way the Voice won’t lower herself to.
“Yep. Torcher born ‘n raised. M’Pa had the Hanged Man afore me.” A brief pause as she shifts, coiling long limbs up an into her chest some more, leaning back on the couch’s arm in a way that hopefully won’t agitate any of her bruises. “Wot’s yer world like?”
“They just keep goin’ at it.” Raza finally ends up sayin’, visibly a bit flustered, as she hunkers into the blanket some more.
“Creepy don’t mean it can’t be nice. Gave me a lightnin’ trident an’ everythin’” And Raza, like any true Torcher, can be bought. Maybe that’s why the heralds have success here, they’re at home in the hot house of bribes an’ manipulation in a way the Voice won’t lower herself to.
“Yep. Torcher born ‘n raised. M’Pa had the Hanged Man afore me.” A brief pause as she shifts, coiling long limbs up an into her chest some more, leaning back on the couch’s arm in a way that hopefully won’t agitate any of her bruises. “Wot’s yer world like?”
RAZA
