"I work with the gods. They provide me with the power I need to help those around me."
Maker, but that's uncomfortable to hear; it's only Myr's curiosity--and bone-deep civility--that keeps him from pouncing on that in ardent denunciation. There is but one god, and He is our Maker.
She's been here longer than he has, though, and has surely heard enough of that to make some kind of decision on by now. No need to make enemies with misplaced zealotry. "I think," he says, carefully, "we'd call that spirit healing back in the Circles. It's not something I had much aptitude for myself."
Robed once more, he returns to where Kattrin's seated and takes a place on the ground nearby with his feet tucked under him. He's not quite facing the right direction, but good enough. "What are your gods like? Who are they?"
Misnaming the Maker's first children...probably isn't so sacrilegious as worshipping demons or the old gods. Probably.
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Maker, but that's uncomfortable to hear; it's only Myr's curiosity--and bone-deep civility--that keeps him from pouncing on that in ardent denunciation. There is but one god, and He is our Maker.
She's been here longer than he has, though, and has surely heard enough of that to make some kind of decision on by now. No need to make enemies with misplaced zealotry. "I think," he says, carefully, "we'd call that spirit healing back in the Circles. It's not something I had much aptitude for myself."
Robed once more, he returns to where Kattrin's seated and takes a place on the ground nearby with his feet tucked under him. He's not quite facing the right direction, but good enough. "What are your gods like? Who are they?"
Misnaming the Maker's first children...probably isn't so sacrilegious as worshipping demons or the old gods. Probably.