Are
Again, her words surprised him. An underlying current of meaning to them, something so obvious to those of the land but which to Are barely felt real. Gods meddling in the affairs of mortals more than to avert their wrath in good times and rarely bless them in better. He was conflicted by what Maea laid upon his mind, the mere thought of gods poking in the small lives of men made him uneasy.
Yet he knew many tales of higher beings guiding and using those beneath them. The skalds had sung many poems of it, none of them ended well for those poor souls dumb enough to be outwitted by the schemes of Loke and his like.
Tricked, that was the exact word that sprung to mind. The uneasy feeling refused to let up, in fact, it only grew stronger as he pondered the meaning of it all. A world where gods steered mortals like pawns in some grand game of theirs. Are had the exact word for it, but dared not even think it as it might one day be him under the thumb of a god.
No, they wouldn't. What could a simple cobbler ever do?
He saw Maea in a new light, not a trace of doubt to be found. Stating things she'd seemingly always known, teaching a fool the lay of the land. "Why would they? What could they stand to gain? An honorless cobbler, why would the gods meddle with my simple life beyond making sure the sun rises and the rain comes?"
Yet he knew many tales of higher beings guiding and using those beneath them. The skalds had sung many poems of it, none of them ended well for those poor souls dumb enough to be outwitted by the schemes of Loke and his like.
Tricked, that was the exact word that sprung to mind. The uneasy feeling refused to let up, in fact, it only grew stronger as he pondered the meaning of it all. A world where gods steered mortals like pawns in some grand game of theirs. Are had the exact word for it, but dared not even think it as it might one day be him under the thumb of a god.
No, they wouldn't. What could a simple cobbler ever do?
He saw Maea in a new light, not a trace of doubt to be found. Stating things she'd seemingly always known, teaching a fool the lay of the land. "Why would they? What could they stand to gain? An honorless cobbler, why would the gods meddle with my simple life beyond making sure the sun rises and the rain comes?"
