Now there's a thought that strikes him right beneath his breastbone.]
And Cole.
[How he hated that little spirit. Right up until he loved him like a friend. The question of how that memory's evaded him for so long— he doesn't know. Probably just the way of the Veil or his splintered mind, or just the turbulence of coming home, distracting with the buzz of making certain they were safe in unsafe places.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Anyway:]
I also hated halla, and believe you me, that one never sat well with the elves that wanted to take me in.
[Maybe— maybe— he's having a little bit of a moment of sentimentality-borne camaraderie here. Enough to make it gentle, the segue.
Don't dare say a word.]
She, you riled little thing, was shunned for raising a call of alarm that one of the holiest of high beings, the Archangel Zariel— beloved by all the Heavens themselves— was in fact as twisted as they come. And I don't know about your life experience, but as far as I've ever seen, the loftier the court, the nastier the backlash against any and all accusations.
Particularly when the one sounding the alarm is a nasty little daydrinking ball of fur and feathers who couldn't deduce her way out of a wet sack, from what I hear.
She and the city guards sent so many innocents to jail it's a wonder there's only a handful of running jokes about it.
no subject
Sometimes templars.
Always Magisters.
[ —ah.
Now there's a thought that strikes him right beneath his breastbone.]
And Cole.
[How he hated that little spirit. Right up until he loved him like a friend. The question of how that memory's evaded him for so long— he doesn't know. Probably just the way of the Veil or his splintered mind, or just the turbulence of coming home, distracting with the buzz of making certain they were safe in unsafe places.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Anyway:]
I also hated halla, and believe you me, that one never sat well with the elves that wanted to take me in.
[Maybe— maybe— he's having a little bit of a moment of sentimentality-borne camaraderie here. Enough to make it gentle, the segue.
Don't dare say a word.]
She, you riled little thing, was shunned for raising a call of alarm that one of the holiest of high beings, the Archangel Zariel— beloved by all the Heavens themselves— was in fact as twisted as they come. And I don't know about your life experience, but as far as I've ever seen, the loftier the court, the nastier the backlash against any and all accusations.
Particularly when the one sounding the alarm is a nasty little daydrinking ball of fur and feathers who couldn't deduce her way out of a wet sack, from what I hear.
She and the city guards sent so many innocents to jail it's a wonder there's only a handful of running jokes about it.
well
flapping jokes, I suppose.