[Oleander continues to look at him pointedly, like, indeed: adjust to what? To being homeless and tired? Good luck.
Then he faux-gasps and leans back a little, hand over his chest, so affronted.]
Rude. [lol. lmao even. he waves his hand.] I was given to the Temple as a baby. I stayed on for my own reasons, when I was old enough to have any.
[He holds up an arm and flicks one of his bangles, making it spin for a second. There are many, but three of them are visibly A Set in gold, hence,] Third Envoy, which means nothing at all to you, so you can be content with the knowledge that I am, among other things, a religious scholar. Quite so.
[ what if it is being homeless and tired, what then!
that display of mock-affront simply earns another look from him, head cocked to the side, one eyebrow pointedly raised. but alright, yes, he can understand it, somewhat... and he makes a point to remember the fact oleander cites his own reasons, there, unexplained for now — but maybe he'll return to that, eventually.
in the here and now, though, ]
Hm, I can see that, I suppose. You, a scholar, that is.
[ a pause, and then he tilts back, to simply lie down on that pile of rubble, heedless of the dust and the discomfort. still, he keeps talking, ] You could explain. What Third Envoy means. If you want. [ he sighs. ] The fact that the Gods in my world are useless doesn't mean your God or Goddess is. I hope they're a good one.
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Then he faux-gasps and leans back a little, hand over his chest, so affronted.]
Rude. [lol. lmao even. he waves his hand.] I was given to the Temple as a baby. I stayed on for my own reasons, when I was old enough to have any.
[He holds up an arm and flicks one of his bangles, making it spin for a second. There are many, but three of them are visibly A Set in gold, hence,] Third Envoy, which means nothing at all to you, so you can be content with the knowledge that I am, among other things, a religious scholar. Quite so.
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that display of mock-affront simply earns another look from him, head cocked to the side, one eyebrow pointedly raised. but alright, yes, he can understand it, somewhat... and he makes a point to remember the fact oleander cites his own reasons, there, unexplained for now — but maybe he'll return to that, eventually.
in the here and now, though, ]
Hm, I can see that, I suppose. You, a scholar, that is.
[ a pause, and then he tilts back, to simply lie down on that pile of rubble, heedless of the dust and the discomfort. still, he keeps talking, ] You could explain. What Third Envoy means. If you want. [ he sighs. ] The fact that the Gods in my world are useless doesn't mean your God or Goddess is. I hope they're a good one.