Cerulean Cape temporal

the druids names, ingram listens as trikova instructs him, were not to be given to anyone but the faithful. to ingram, this makes perfect sense and he offers a sage nod, idly contenting himself with watching her dissection of the starfish she'd plucked from one of the shallow pools of seawater left behind.

understood. the keeper affirms vocally. out and about in the world and even to those that were yet untested and not yet trusted as faithful would know them only as the druids. protecting them by shrouding them in secrecy.

while she speaks of her time away, ingram is respectfully quiet but attentive. his seaglass gaze is steady upon her even as she appears to focus upon her starfish, while he tries and fails to imagine what she had seen. he does not have a very imaginative mind, never one to take to tall tales expect, perhaps most ironically, to the cultural beliefs of his mother even if his once love for her had turned to ice cold hatred that had ultimately guided him to matricide. and to know that he had done it without remorse, without so much as batting an eye perhaps would speak poorly upon him.

but only trikova knew of it ( and well, nyra ); and though he was not ashamed he wasn't exactly keen to announce it to the world, either.

her words of betrayal brought those thoughts to his mind. how praimfaya had betrayed him ( and heda ). how he had returned the favor in kind. or was it justice? could it be betrayal if he'd already been betrayed and was beyond forgiving?

ingram's train of thought is broken in the following seconds when she speaks of a lack of balance and that their job is to bring it as the unnamed god asked of them. admittedly, ingram's mind is swimming, trying to understand it all ...but he is relieved to know that perhaps it is not his job to fully understand nor interpret ( thankfully because he'd be very bad at it ). that was trikova's job. his job was to do as she — and thus the unnamed god — bid him to.

we will. ingram offers his soft affirmation, his belief. for better or for worse, they would leave their mark upon these wilds.