... Emphermal voices... Echoes of the past... It is a fragment then.
[Amelia murmurs intertwining her fingers and fiddling with them. What else can she do but contemplate what she just heard with the objective mind of a scholar? There was so much to unpack from those few words alone.
Gale had just said that this Mystra was his teacher, his muse, and her Chosen. Though she doesn't comprehend what the last part meant, she had called him her 'love.'
She's well-read on various pantheons of different cultures. It would appear that gods and goddesses of other worlds would also use mortals for their own purposes, for better or for worse and it does not sit right with her. After a few seconds, the witch steps closer to Gale, uncertain of what else to say.
(What would Briar do? He was better at consoling than she ever was.)]
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... Emphermal voices... Echoes of the past... It is a fragment then.
[Amelia murmurs intertwining her fingers and fiddling with them. What else can she do but contemplate what she just heard with the objective mind of a scholar? There was so much to unpack from those few words alone.
Gale had just said that this Mystra was his teacher, his muse, and her Chosen. Though she doesn't comprehend what the last part meant, she had called him her 'love.'
She's well-read on various pantheons of different cultures. It would appear that gods and goddesses of other worlds would also use mortals for their own purposes, for better or for worse and it does not sit right with her. After a few seconds, the witch steps closer to Gale, uncertain of what else to say.
(What would Briar do? He was better at consoling than she ever was.)]
Are you alright?