"Ah, maybe? I-I-I can't say-- for sure. A lot more people fall-- under the Goddess' eyes than know it, I think." He offers an apologetic smile. "I've only ever lived in Britain, and until I became an envoy, I didn't really know-- or look into what happened to the people who follow my faith's ways outside my homeland's shores." Something he'll need to correct, of course, but he has time (lots of time) now that he's immortal.
Mordred would like to insist that tonight isn't about celebrating him and what he's become (it is, after all, his deity's night), but he won't argue when a cup is offered to him. "Thank you. I'm-- overwhelmed by it at times still. Becoming immortal wasn't something I saw for my life, and my new gifts are-- not all what I expected."
Day and night cycles that long suggest Aarne lives very far north. The envoy nods along, the names and words unfamiliar but the ideas imparted not so much. He's heard similar stories over the years through various forms of media and some of his office's clients, so he can appreciate the imparted knowledge fairly well. "You look forward to the sun and the day, then?" he prompts. "And all the gifts those bestow thanks to Beaivi?"
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on 2021-05-02 03:16 am (UTC)Mordred would like to insist that tonight isn't about celebrating him and what he's become (it is, after all, his deity's night), but he won't argue when a cup is offered to him. "Thank you. I'm-- overwhelmed by it at times still. Becoming immortal wasn't something I saw for my life, and my new gifts are-- not all what I expected."
Day and night cycles that long suggest Aarne lives very far north. The envoy nods along, the names and words unfamiliar but the ideas imparted not so much. He's heard similar stories over the years through various forms of media and some of his office's clients, so he can appreciate the imparted knowledge fairly well. "You look forward to the sun and the day, then?" he prompts. "And all the gifts those bestow thanks to Beaivi?"