Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
She accepted the book, but her gaze lingered on the blacksmith for a moment longer before lowering to the text. Gone were the days where she had struggled to interpret letters, yet it still took her some time to read through the notes. Slowly, gradually, pale eyebrows rose up and disappeared beneath the heavy bangs.
For a moment, there was silence. Then Maea closed the volume and offered it back to Darkeye.
"I would say you got off easy," she murmured, a mix of terror and awe at his audacity bleeding through. "What possessed you to make demands like that? Was your god a very tolerant deity?" She could only shake her head in disbelief. Though a small part of her rather savagely enjoyed the man's courage, and the very pointed questions he had posed. The replies actually enlightened some things she had wondered about herself.
For a moment, there was silence. Then Maea closed the volume and offered it back to Darkeye.
"I would say you got off easy," she murmured, a mix of terror and awe at his audacity bleeding through. "What possessed you to make demands like that? Was your god a very tolerant deity?" She could only shake her head in disbelief. Though a small part of her rather savagely enjoyed the man's courage, and the very pointed questions he had posed. The replies actually enlightened some things she had wondered about herself.
Maea
