we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
“But they will see it as us striking first. This is a game of appearance as much as power,” they point out blithely, not particularly emotionally invested but happy to speak and debate. They’d been silent for most of their life, it is a delight to match wits with anyone at all.
Delight overcomes their expression at the news that the seasonal gods may yet be in their favor. “That is wonderful! Then perhaps we can honor one of them and host it in their name.” They would have to do more research on the deities, determine what they liked. Wrinkling their nose a little at the idea of art - as a farmer art was an expensive luxury - they nevertheless don’t object. “We have non-Ascended living in the Grounds, and only lighting them would be an issue - in the air they are harmless. What sort of art could we do in the dark? Maybe something the guests can do themselves instead of a showcase?” Perhaps this would be their first taste at art as well.
Delight overcomes their expression at the news that the seasonal gods may yet be in their favor. “That is wonderful! Then perhaps we can honor one of them and host it in their name.” They would have to do more research on the deities, determine what they liked. Wrinkling their nose a little at the idea of art - as a farmer art was an expensive luxury - they nevertheless don’t object. “We have non-Ascended living in the Grounds, and only lighting them would be an issue - in the air they are harmless. What sort of art could we do in the dark? Maybe something the guests can do themselves instead of a showcase?” Perhaps this would be their first taste at art as well.
