Date: 2023-01-09 03:07 am (UTC)
blessedwithlove: (two fingers)
A thousand years? He... truly, that told him nothing. "I cannot tell you how long since I took those vows. Certainly not beyond the fog. Perhaps it's been that long." There were sorcerers that had an obsession with time, and Tarnished occasionally asked him questions about history, insistent on the numbers of it all. But time was a fully immaterial thing to him. Why would time matter, beyond the space of a few days? Action was all that mattered. Event, consequence, and oaths that kept a person true.

He had only one vague sense of grander time in motion--watching the Erdtree fail. He knew it had more leaves before, but he could not remember their extent.

"There are none like Him." It made his heart ache so sweetly, just to think of their Lord. "And the Golden Order despises Him for this. Mention Him to no one, my dear, unless I do so first." Bloody Fingers might sometimes proclaim their loyalties openly, but Ayatan had already declared herself an assassin. And her eyes--perhaps she'd be able to hide the blood's effects. Tame them.

They would have to find out, of course. That was inevitable. No matter what happened, she would be a wonderful bloodletter.
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