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EVEcuriosity killed the cat
Eve listened with a quiet attentiveness as Weaver described the Basin, struggling to visualize the landscape that she described. Cold and snow were difficult concepts - the worst she’d ever experienced was a slight chill, though she’d heard that real cold could burn you until you felt numb, and, though her mother had conjured a few snowflakes for her when she was a child, she couldn’t really imagine what great quantities of it might look like, aside from being white and crunchy-soft. Lakes were somewhat understandable, if they were just larger ponds, though caves were difficult to wrap her head around. She’d seen small dips and valleys throughout the forest, even rock faces in the places where the forest rose up along mountainsides, but she’d never seen a cave large enough to fit herself into. Hot springs? Eve wasn’t entirely sure what a hot spring was, though she could imagine from the name. She stared at Weaver, somewhat starry-eyed at the idea of this Aurora Basin. “It seems that it would be a shame to miss,” She agreed, a hint of eagerness in her tone. "What's the herd like?"
Weaver offered a bit of her own background in response to Eve’s spiel about the wildwood. She offered a slight nod in response to her words; it hadn’t really been the fear of any tangible loss that had driven her from her homeland, but, if she had become a Wildling, she knew that she would lose her own humanity, and somehow that felt worse than losing her life. It’s good to find a little bit of empathy, in any case.
Weaver informed her that this rogue god, can, in fact, lie, though she wasn't sure about Helovia’s own gods and redirected the question to Astarot. Eve’s lips quirked slightly. “That’s...strange to me,” She admitted. “Our gods are incapable of lying, though I’m not sure that they’d need to anyways. They act less like mortals and more like sentient forces of nature, and lying seems like a very mortal impulse - you lie for a reason. We’re nothing to them at all, so, even if they could lie, I don’t imagine they’d bother.” She tilts her head slightly. “The minor spirits - wildlings, we call them - are a bit different. They do deceive, though they do it with half-truths and manipulations, never lies. This displaced god of yours sounds a bit like a wildling.” Eve didn’t sound the slightest bit cowed by these revelations, though she did add a quick, “Thank you for the warning.”
Weaver offered a bit of her own background in response to Eve’s spiel about the wildwood. She offered a slight nod in response to her words; it hadn’t really been the fear of any tangible loss that had driven her from her homeland, but, if she had become a Wildling, she knew that she would lose her own humanity, and somehow that felt worse than losing her life. It’s good to find a little bit of empathy, in any case.
Weaver informed her that this rogue god, can, in fact, lie, though she wasn't sure about Helovia’s own gods and redirected the question to Astarot. Eve’s lips quirked slightly. “That’s...strange to me,” She admitted. “Our gods are incapable of lying, though I’m not sure that they’d need to anyways. They act less like mortals and more like sentient forces of nature, and lying seems like a very mortal impulse - you lie for a reason. We’re nothing to them at all, so, even if they could lie, I don’t imagine they’d bother.” She tilts her head slightly. “The minor spirits - wildlings, we call them - are a bit different. They do deceive, though they do it with half-truths and manipulations, never lies. This displaced god of yours sounds a bit like a wildling.” Eve didn’t sound the slightest bit cowed by these revelations, though she did add a quick, “Thank you for the warning.”
but satisfaction brought it back
@Astarot - hope you don't mind me skipping over you. <3 just trying to keep this thread rolling
@Weaver
-Please tag Eve! - No permission is required to do anything to Eve short of permanently maiming/killing her
