Hideaway Strath and there's no remedy for memory

she likes to yak a lot, sorry Hemlock.

Amphitere smiled and as Hemlock set to work as she talked, she did as well. Though she often came across as a demure, and stately lady of the court, the older woman was far from adverse to physical labor. She enjoyed the feeling of exertion, and the smell of the earth it as it broke apart beneath her raking paws. Hemlock revealed more about herself—her past, and even her own personal opinion on faith and religion. Amphitere appreciated the perspective, especially considering her background. Either you believed, or you were exonerated.

While heaving a bit of dirt away, she cut in on the subject of blind faith. "Neither can I." and then, with a laugh. "Almost. Not all, but they refused to speak up when the time came. Perhaps someday I will be a martyr to some cause or another, but that is of little consequence to me." Amphitere explained in a blithe tone as she toiled away on the cache. Their conversation was evolving naturally, and she appreciated the give and take that came with it. It was not wordplay, nor was there a greater meaning veiled behind the stories. They were simply two creatures sharing experiences.

Her smirk faded and her delicate brow lifted as a fondness revealed itself. She felt an odd connection to Hemlock; as if she understood the sort of world they were unfortunate enough to live in, and the desire to make the most of whatever hand they were dealt. "You are an old soul, Leifteanant." she comments while shooting the other a bemused look. "Knowledge is life's one true purpose. Learn, share, and grow."

She shakes her head and picks up a thread left abandoned earlier in the conversation, hoping to reveal more of her background and the conclusion she wished to draw from the information. "They believed in a God, and her pantheon. Her Divine Light, the Goddess—all made up by some ancient fool too old for his demands to bear weight, so he conjured up an image of a higher power to justify the actions he took to strike fear into those beneath him." She smirks. "Somehow, it persisted for generations, and now the grand majority of Raven's Crown and the families associated with her spend most of their lives seeking approval from something that doesn't even exist."

"Knowledge is a dangerous weapon to those who are too frightened of the truth." Amphitere said as she kicked away another bit of dirt.