[ The ritual was strange and cruel. Maybe it's what Josselyn Creed deserved after what she'd done to the bodies and minds of the others, but it's not something he relishes watching (no more than he ever did watching witches and Fai'daum burn). His blood runs cold at the sight of the enormous winged creature, the vultures that follow. He's glad when it's over, except -
It might surprise the ones who know about his interest in the gods that "Kyle" doesn't step forward to mark a bone for the fire. Instead he stands out of the way, lingering near an outcropping of stone that hasn't had blood spilled on it today, somewhere near the portals.
At her voice he lifts his head, eyeless sockets and bones etched with runes flashing through his thoughts. The Issusha’im. The living bones. The Payshmura didn't make their relics out of wood or metal, they made them out of bone. He wants to learn about the Old and New Gods, but he belongs to another religion, another god. It's why he hesitates to be part of this ritual.
Maybe it's for the best that he didn't end up in Solvunn. ]
I'm fine. [ He doesn't manage a smile, not after what they just watched. ] Are you?
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It might surprise the ones who know about his interest in the gods that "Kyle" doesn't step forward to mark a bone for the fire. Instead he stands out of the way, lingering near an outcropping of stone that hasn't had blood spilled on it today, somewhere near the portals.
At her voice he lifts his head, eyeless sockets and bones etched with runes flashing through his thoughts. The Issusha’im. The living bones. The Payshmura didn't make their relics out of wood or metal, they made them out of bone. He wants to learn about the Old and New Gods, but he belongs to another religion, another god. It's why he hesitates to be part of this ritual.
Maybe it's for the best that he didn't end up in Solvunn. ]
I'm fine. [ He doesn't manage a smile, not after what they just watched. ] Are you?