#tradeath

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 | @tradeath -- ❛  long story short... they are our sacrificial pawns.  ❜ Nald’thal is holding a pair of plush kittens in the palms of their hand. Please take them.

( 🐇 ) THE VEENA LOOKS UP at the deity with wide eyes 'fore looking down at the plush kittens within their hands. she squints as she processes the intent but finds herself still confused as to why she is being handed them. she doesn't speak or sign her feelings as she takes these so called sacrificial pawns, head canting to the side. okay, perhaps she cannot keep HER HANDS SILENT.

< MAY YOU . . ELABORATE ? are these gifts or am i to DO SOMETHING with them ? >

“Do not forget, you have a home.”

Fingers press to her cheek for a moment, lingering where she'd felt the touch. After a moment she dropped her hand, turning her face skyward.

"I chose it knowing what would happen." It was different. "You didn't know what you would become. What their faith would turn you into." Centuries of belief twisting their very being into something new and unknown, no longer what they'd been.

“This was our choice.” They say finally, eyes closed. “And it is a choice we would have made again and again, if you asked.”

"I wouldn't have asked." Not them. Not for this. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against their shoulder. It may have been their choice, but Venat had set it into motion. And now...

"It was your brother, actually- convinced me that I should travel now that Sharlayan is no longer in crisis. Though I suppose everywhere has been in crisis recently... Sharlayan has been preoccupied with this for years, I think I lost track of time. It's strange for things to feel quiet now, and Oschon said that I would find more things to catch my attention if I did some wandering myself." He could feel himself begin to ramble and made a point to stop himself.

There's an answering laugh from the miqo'te as she twirls aside an attack. "Because it's fun!" And it was, very much so. Without any real stakes behind it, the rush of the fight and the the thrill of having to predict every movement down to a knife's edge was fun.

Truly, nothing escaped their notice.

Lex's gaze wandered down to his lap, the habit of looking away from his god too ingrained to break. He fidgeted with his fingers while cheeks blossomed red and mouth stuttered words.

"It... it's nothing of import, my lords, I promise." His nervous energy moved from his fingers to the delicate fabrics draped across his chest. "I simply. Um. It's..."