Lashan turns away while he’s considering so neither child will see her face tense as she hides her reaction, the anger that shields how profoundly sad that is. Never asked about what he liked! Why have the gods sent her a child like this now, past the point where she can do something about it?
It’s the wrong question, she knows. Outside of old tales the gods are nothing like that involved and personal and she’s not a hero to get that attention anyway. Even their messengers have long gone silent. The closest anyone is to the divine anymore are the lykeblades, and if they have answers they’re not sharing.
Lashan walks off to get her girl a roll of birchbark from a rack of them. It will be useful in designing this knife.
Vena, not snooping, nods sagely. “It’s hard to pick! I like a lot of colors but the Plains people really love blue, it’s all over the inside of the temple and it’s so beautiful there.” It’s the color of magic and associated with spirits and the Twins, though each has their own other colors too. She brightens to think Guts will come back. “Yeah! Sure! Do you like dragonflies? Sometimes they’re blue.”
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It’s the wrong question, she knows. Outside of old tales the gods are nothing like that involved and personal and she’s not a hero to get that attention anyway. Even their messengers have long gone silent. The closest anyone is to the divine anymore are the lykeblades, and if they have answers they’re not sharing.
Lashan walks off to get her girl a roll of birchbark from a rack of them. It will be useful in designing this knife.
Vena, not snooping, nods sagely. “It’s hard to pick! I like a lot of colors but the Plains people really love blue, it’s all over the inside of the temple and it’s so beautiful there.” It’s the color of magic and associated with spirits and the Twins, though each has their own other colors too. She brightens to think Guts will come back. “Yeah! Sure! Do you like dragonflies? Sometimes they’re blue.”