[wanda pauses at the mention that khonshu is the protector of those who travel at night. the irony is not lost on her, as she glances at marc and then makes a general motion at the town around them—nocwich, eternally locked in the darkness of night.
perhaps khonshu would feel right at home here.
but something tells her that it's not quite just that. she hears it in what he doesn't say, about being a protector, about seeing that none are harmed, like there is expectation of vitriol of some kind. wanda wonders if it's a pilgrimage? a metaphor? something else entirely?]
That sounds nice. [—considering all these things she's seen and heard that want nothing but to afflict them all—] Are there many who pass through his domain— that being... the night?
[as for the council— wanda stops for a moment, glancing around. it's not a secret, necessarily, but she knows solvunn is very much kept to itself.]
Respected mages, elders of the community, and leaders of the settlement. I understand they're elected every few years. They're in the know of pretty much everything in Solvunn—the things that are known and those things that go unsaid.
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perhaps khonshu would feel right at home here.
but something tells her that it's not quite just that. she hears it in what he doesn't say, about being a protector, about seeing that none are harmed, like there is expectation of vitriol of some kind. wanda wonders if it's a pilgrimage? a metaphor? something else entirely?]
That sounds nice. [—considering all these things she's seen and heard that want nothing but to afflict them all—] Are there many who pass through his domain— that being... the night?
[as for the council— wanda stops for a moment, glancing around. it's not a secret, necessarily, but she knows solvunn is very much kept to itself.]
Respected mages, elders of the community, and leaders of the settlement. I understand they're elected every few years. They're in the know of pretty much everything in Solvunn—the things that are known and those things that go unsaid.