I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Choosing gods, when there’d been times when both of them had done neither, seemed to be a cause of many unsettled emotions; and while content in his decision, Kiada had a long sojourn through multitudes of worlds and deities. So he offered a small smile when the subject dropped and the trepidation simmered away with it, tipping his umbrella once more to permit more of the water to drain.
Discussions with Noah seemed to be more of a sticking point, and understandable, given experiences, animosity, and so much more hatred, blood, and condescension spilled when it had come to relics and the Ascended. It still pained him that Kiada had been in that wake, forced to be regarded in the same ilk as Wessex. But the war, and her own changes, had brought forth more than vague alterations, and he watched her twitch, sigh, and fidget around the apparatus, nodding at her boundary. “That is fine.” The Forsaken knew she was there – so it only lilted and haunted in potential and nothing more. “He has multitudes to be concerned about, anyway.” Pausing, he considered again, head tilting in that vague air of potential mischief. "Do you want me to mention it to him?"
Discussions with Noah seemed to be more of a sticking point, and understandable, given experiences, animosity, and so much more hatred, blood, and condescension spilled when it had come to relics and the Ascended. It still pained him that Kiada had been in that wake, forced to be regarded in the same ilk as Wessex. But the war, and her own changes, had brought forth more than vague alterations, and he watched her twitch, sigh, and fidget around the apparatus, nodding at her boundary. “That is fine.” The Forsaken knew she was there – so it only lilted and haunted in potential and nothing more. “He has multitudes to be concerned about, anyway.” Pausing, he considered again, head tilting in that vague air of potential mischief. "Do you want me to mention it to him?"
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