I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Hence his initial reaction to wondering why they hadn’t spent their time in the Climb or Torchline over the passing winter, but layered amidst the potential for shelter, and this newfound bonfire, perhaps they wouldn’t be under duress. And well, when the rain ever ceased.
Impervious to flames did notch something in his brain though, over news of her passing, of resurrections twice unfurled, of ways she managed to survive again and again. Swallowing down that particular track of trauma and bile, he nodded instead. “Noted. I wondered anyway,” what with Dygra’s theme seeming to be infernos and chaos.
He glanced upwards as more droplets scoured and flickered against his umbrella, purposefully pushing them off and watching as they ascended back into the sky for a brief moment. Noah being a topic of intrigue didn’t surprise him, not after motions and notions of relics across icy reaches, and it made sense that Kiada, inherently at least, wanted to understand his motions and agendas. Keeping her tucked close to him, and maneuvering slightly along the pathways, he could only shrug his shoulders. “We were repairing the barracks, and he said he had intentions of assisting with the infirmary. Probably the Temple as well. I mentioned farming might help, but,” he gestured out towards the constant monsoon. “He seemed hesitant to deal with anything involving Dygra, though I am not certain why.” Safrin had told them the Ancient goddess wasn’t a threat; waylaying any of the Sword’s own misgivings.
Suddenly smirking, because it was clearly an impending joke, he murmured into the cool damp air. "Maybe you can talk it over with him."
Impervious to flames did notch something in his brain though, over news of her passing, of resurrections twice unfurled, of ways she managed to survive again and again. Swallowing down that particular track of trauma and bile, he nodded instead. “Noted. I wondered anyway,” what with Dygra’s theme seeming to be infernos and chaos.
He glanced upwards as more droplets scoured and flickered against his umbrella, purposefully pushing them off and watching as they ascended back into the sky for a brief moment. Noah being a topic of intrigue didn’t surprise him, not after motions and notions of relics across icy reaches, and it made sense that Kiada, inherently at least, wanted to understand his motions and agendas. Keeping her tucked close to him, and maneuvering slightly along the pathways, he could only shrug his shoulders. “We were repairing the barracks, and he said he had intentions of assisting with the infirmary. Probably the Temple as well. I mentioned farming might help, but,” he gestured out towards the constant monsoon. “He seemed hesitant to deal with anything involving Dygra, though I am not certain why.” Safrin had told them the Ancient goddess wasn’t a threat; waylaying any of the Sword’s own misgivings.
Suddenly smirking, because it was clearly an impending joke, he murmured into the cool damp air. "Maybe you can talk it over with him."
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