this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
“ ‘Ey, we ain’t an inn, y’can’t live there or I’d zap you.” Raza says with the slightest of kicks in Adam’s direction. Could she have reached his leg? Maybe. Did she want to make the effort? Not so much. But it’s the intent and the tiny poking motion from beneath the blanket that counts.
As Adam continues to talk, the first thing that comes to the barkeep’s mind is that he ain’t happy. She’s listened to hundreds of people over the years, talked to ‘em, yelled at ‘em, kicked ‘em out when they got sloppy and sad, and she can read a person pretty damn well. Her face wrinkles up as she looks away for a moment, at the Slagveld, and then back to him. “Y’don’t sound happy. Why’d you ascend if y’can’t do some of yer favorite things?”
Raza would never Ascend. She likes certain vices waaaaay too much. But the Voice, when she’d appeared to help at the Wren Society, seemed nice enough. Yet he don't like the Gods, so... somehow, this has become a great mystery for Raza to unravel.
As Adam continues to talk, the first thing that comes to the barkeep’s mind is that he ain’t happy. She’s listened to hundreds of people over the years, talked to ‘em, yelled at ‘em, kicked ‘em out when they got sloppy and sad, and she can read a person pretty damn well. Her face wrinkles up as she looks away for a moment, at the Slagveld, and then back to him. “Y’don’t sound happy. Why’d you ascend if y’can’t do some of yer favorite things?”
Raza would never Ascend. She likes certain vices waaaaay too much. But the Voice, when she’d appeared to help at the Wren Society, seemed nice enough. Yet he don't like the Gods, so... somehow, this has become a great mystery for Raza to unravel.
RAZA
