Some powerplay, also possibly backdated?? Let me know if it isn't okay!
Of three children discovered, two were now in possession of The Druids. The Hierophant; The
@Saint.
The Listener's favored children, by the titles bestowed upon them.
Ptolemy now led The Saint through the Druids' Grove, a tour of sorts though the child should have known this place as home.
These islands are your birthright,
He told them, studying the darkling in stolen glances.
Here, you are royalty. Here, you may attain your full potential. Perhaps one day you will become our new Listener; our new leader.
For now, you have much to learn,
He led the way to the Fey Chamber, where soon they would gather for a ceremony to welcome these children. Their siblings. Their future.
some powerplay is fine with me! <3
silently, the saint follows ptolemy, taking in his words. grandiose. speaking of things that they are only beginning to comprehend.
birthright. royalty.
listener; leader. synonymous, perhaps.
eye of burnished gold rapidly takes in their new setting, always over compensating for their blind one.
teach me.
commands the saint. he spoke of the whispers and all they can hope, for now, until it is proven that the whispers did not lead them astray.
<3
They were eager. Good.
Here, we follow the will of the Unnamed God,
Ptolemy explained easily, eyes lighting with a familiar fervency as he spoke of their God.
Whispered to us through the spirits; these are the voices you hear. The ones which led you to these islands.
The Saint. Surely this was The Listener's intended heir. Who could succeed a prophet but a saint? Ptolemy wished, not for the first time, that Mother was truly here. Truly with him. That she could speak her will plainly, and let it be known!
Ah, but she was not. It was only Ptolemy, poor inadequate Ptolemy left to interpret these most cryptic signs given to The Druids.
No — he had to be better than this. It was in his blood. He would make a Listener of this child, this living saint among wolves. He had to. Ptolemy cast another glance over the spirit-touched child, his sibling.
Do you hear them now?
ptolemy's words ignite an unfettered curiosity and hunger within saint. though they are not the most talkative of children, they greedily soak up the words being spoken to them; filling them with a great sense of purpose.
awakening an inner power saint is only now beginning to understand.
to dabble in.
tainted by the touch of sweetharbor, they almost flinch at the title of 'unnamed god'; unaware just how different it is from the one that sweetharbor followed.
not the same, not the same. saint vaermina—
an intuitive reassurance.
always.
saint replies simply.