[Shionne watches everything, her eyes missing nothing and the fragrant smells reminding her of the forest between Viscint and Razam Quarry. There's a lethalness to every movement he makes that reminds her of the strange, crazed attacker that targeted Alphen on their way through Mahag Saar. It sets her on edge, but he hasn't made any movements towards her to really make her truly distrust him.
Of course, she's not the most trusting of people, but she hasn't met anyone here that's truly dangerous or unkind. Except for Vholran Igniseri, but any Renan Lords would see her as hostile and vice versa.
His question pulls her out of her thoughts and she grimaces as well.]
The people of Aldrip call their gods Those Who Were There, but the day-to-day things are handled by a group of elders. They seem to think their gods are very hands on with their lives.
[She does sympathize with the desire to destroy the paper. It doesn't catch fire. It can't be shot, cut, torn. And if you throw it, it turns back up. So, she still has it in her dress pocket, left to rot and be ignored if she can.]
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Of course, she's not the most trusting of people, but she hasn't met anyone here that's truly dangerous or unkind. Except for Vholran Igniseri, but any Renan Lords would see her as hostile and vice versa.
His question pulls her out of her thoughts and she grimaces as well.]
The people of Aldrip call their gods Those Who Were There, but the day-to-day things are handled by a group of elders. They seem to think their gods are very hands on with their lives.
[She does sympathize with the desire to destroy the paper. It doesn't catch fire. It can't be shot, cut, torn. And if you throw it, it turns back up. So, she still has it in her dress pocket, left to rot and be ignored if she can.]