So, no matter what he had become, he was no longer quite what he was before. At least he wasn’t one of those fae with more magic. His loss had been… minimal. At least he could still take his birth form. The mention of becoming more than that, though, had his brow creasing, bewildered. “That doesn’t make any sense. Become more?” He shook his head. “Not so sure about that….” Why would he want to be anything else besides a raven? It was what he was.
He didn’t catch Maea’s mood shift, too caught up in his own head to be properly focused on her, especially with how subtle the changes were. Still, he had heard the shift when she mentioned the Abandoned — which was what she apparently was? — and how they were ignored by the gods. “This might be damned insensitive, but is the favor of these gods really so important? Where I’m from, most would rather the gods stayed the fuck out of their business.”
He didn’t catch Maea’s mood shift, too caught up in his own head to be properly focused on her, especially with how subtle the changes were. Still, he had heard the shift when she mentioned the Abandoned — which was what she apparently was? — and how they were ignored by the gods. “This might be damned insensitive, but is the favor of these gods really so important? Where I’m from, most would rather the gods stayed the fuck out of their business.”
