[ Rudbeckia de Borgia has told him since the beginning that she is a useless thing. Kept from education that would benefit her station, clearly scrambling to survive in a world deeply hostile to her, and lying through her happily bared teeth. No one could be as persistently pathological as her, Set knows. She's too quick to deny ability, too bright when she begs to be of service in exchange for shelter — and really, it is a character fault(?) of his own that he never pursues more than is offered, unless there is reason to.
Until now, there has never been reason to. Her bitter fear hits the back of his throat, unbidden as an unwanted memory, and he resists the urge to rub his fingers down his neck in reality. This is not something she wanted to tell anyone, it seems. ]
I could think of no one more useful in this endeavor than you, then. Ruby, in this moment, you may be one of the most vital individuals who could join us in Alenroux. My greatest concern went to the longevity of plan, after all. Alenroux is known for monsters, and we have not the might nor number of forces to subjugate them all. With you, we may be able to change that. Open communication with the beasts instead of wasting time and energy fighting them.
[ Set's mind is —
it is a nightmare to behold, the sudden explosion of light and thread that fills the atmosphere. The connections he begins to draw, spreading across a canvas he has bound to a mental surface and filled with ancient, penned notes, covered with hovering orbs of energy. Different colors, some stable and some shooting off anxious flares like the sun itself.
His war table. The mental map of all things relating to Kenos: people, psychology, positions, power. In one brief moment, it is there. For a moment, he is more than just the persnickety, hedonistic god he presents himself to be. And then he slides it aside, wafting it away like smoke. Drawing towards her in Communion, until he has crept so close that he can place his touch — light — upon the ends of her fingers. ]
But, do you want to do this? If you do not, I will protect that choice. If you do, I will protect you in the field. Either way, I know the value of secrets and I will not betray yours.
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Until now, there has never been reason to. Her bitter fear hits the back of his throat, unbidden as an unwanted memory, and he resists the urge to rub his fingers down his neck in reality. This is not something she wanted to tell anyone, it seems. ]
I could think of no one more useful in this endeavor than you, then. Ruby, in this moment, you may be one of the most vital individuals who could join us in Alenroux. My greatest concern went to the longevity of plan, after all. Alenroux is known for monsters, and we have not the might nor number of forces to subjugate them all. With you, we may be able to change that. Open communication with the beasts instead of wasting time and energy fighting them.
[ Set's mind is —
it is a nightmare to behold, the sudden explosion of light and thread that fills the atmosphere. The connections he begins to draw, spreading across a canvas he has bound to a mental surface and filled with ancient, penned notes, covered with hovering orbs of energy. Different colors, some stable and some shooting off anxious flares like the sun itself.
His war table. The mental map of all things relating to Kenos: people, psychology, positions, power. In one brief moment, it is there. For a moment, he is more than just the persnickety, hedonistic god he presents himself to be. And then he slides it aside, wafting it away like smoke. Drawing towards her in Communion, until he has crept so close that he can place his touch — light — upon the ends of her fingers. ]
But, do you want to do this? If you do not, I will protect that choice. If you do, I will protect you in the field. Either way, I know the value of secrets and I will not betray yours.