Are
Clashing of gods, but no victor. The world stands. No, it's not right. Are's mind raced and he chewed the inside of his cheek, not snapping out of it 'til the rasp of a blade against the scabbard shook him awake from the daydream. "The clash should have been the end." he said, eyes following the mirror like sliver of ice cold death as it came to rest. A nervous gulp felt as if it echoed through the room.
"It passed, it must have." he said and nodded, as if it all made sense to him. Another shake of his head cleared the heavy thoughts for the moment, it was all so far beyond the little quiet corner of Aros he had left behind.
"I have words, old words, but that's irrelevant now. The gods? I saw the ruins of shrines, but not one symbol I know. Do you praise them? Ask for mild winters and good harvests?"
"It passed, it must have." he said and nodded, as if it all made sense to him. Another shake of his head cleared the heavy thoughts for the moment, it was all so far beyond the little quiet corner of Aros he had left behind.
"I have words, old words, but that's irrelevant now. The gods? I saw the ruins of shrines, but not one symbol I know. Do you praise them? Ask for mild winters and good harvests?"
