Lucyfer
I made something that'll love me even when I won't
Jogging memories was also what Keres hoped for in going to the temple of Nakar. If it was something that was a part of her past, there was a chance it could. Sure, she likely didn’t visit this temple in particular, but something there would have to be familiar anyways, right? Temples had patterns.
Gods favored the same thing one city as they did in another.
Sebastian offered to accompany her, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek, uncertain for a moment. What was the harm in it? Oh, but what was the harm in it? She didn’t know – but, “You told me of my parents worshipping Nakar, I don’t see why it would be bad for you to accompany me if you wish,” she glanced down at Phoxy, “I don’t think he’ll be good company, anyways.”
Phoxy hissed, to make the point clear he was not going to be good company at the Temple, and he resented this idea immensely.
He couldn’t actually go in the damn Temple. Nakar forbade it.
Delano did arch a brow, not at Lisette’s tease – no, that seemed like standard noble mockery for the lower class needing to use titles – but at her statement of accompanying her. Did she forget that she had asked him to keep an eye on things? Perhaps she just didn’t want to risk hinting at it within earshot of Keres and Sebastian, so he wouldn’t try jogging her memory.
He just shrugged.
“I have little else to do while here if Idrano does not wish my company, and I don’t care to be idle,” so he may as well continue with his job of sorts of keeping Idrano safe, by sticking close to the unknown factor in their party, and learning more about the princess.
He didn’t think that was all too surprising.
“I’m afraid I would rather be idle than go shopping,” Idrano’s tone held that familiar dullness to it that Delano knew was actually humor, at the expense of someone else. In this case, Lisette, and likely, women in general, for the stereotype of loving shopping on frivolous things.
Although in this case, there was little frivolous about it. “You know where to find me tomorrow, your grace,” Idrano inclined his head, before he would turn to leave for his room.
Gods favored the same thing one city as they did in another.
Sebastian offered to accompany her, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek, uncertain for a moment. What was the harm in it? Oh, but what was the harm in it? She didn’t know – but, “You told me of my parents worshipping Nakar, I don’t see why it would be bad for you to accompany me if you wish,” she glanced down at Phoxy, “I don’t think he’ll be good company, anyways.”
Phoxy hissed, to make the point clear he was not going to be good company at the Temple, and he resented this idea immensely.
He couldn’t actually go in the damn Temple. Nakar forbade it.
Delano did arch a brow, not at Lisette’s tease – no, that seemed like standard noble mockery for the lower class needing to use titles – but at her statement of accompanying her. Did she forget that she had asked him to keep an eye on things? Perhaps she just didn’t want to risk hinting at it within earshot of Keres and Sebastian, so he wouldn’t try jogging her memory.
He just shrugged.
“I have little else to do while here if Idrano does not wish my company, and I don’t care to be idle,” so he may as well continue with his job of sorts of keeping Idrano safe, by sticking close to the unknown factor in their party, and learning more about the princess.
He didn’t think that was all too surprising.
“I’m afraid I would rather be idle than go shopping,” Idrano’s tone held that familiar dullness to it that Delano knew was actually humor, at the expense of someone else. In this case, Lisette, and likely, women in general, for the stereotype of loving shopping on frivolous things.
Although in this case, there was little frivolous about it. “You know where to find me tomorrow, your grace,” Idrano inclined his head, before he would turn to leave for his room.
