[it is the first thing he's asked of her, she notes. he has always been helping - shouldering their requests on his shoulders, not asking for payment though it be understood, and his reward is to sit the throne as Lord, to watch the new world take shape. ambition has taken a curious turn in him, and she can only be privileged to watch, and then to see that he held true, and let her come to his side, to unshackle the world. for all he has done, for all he will do - a man that others would decry as lowly for his Tarnished state -
no. to be Tarnished is a thing of the past. there will be a new word, a new term, and that will have to be constructed by those that follow, when they realize their fates are in their own hands.
she had thought to take him with her, a lord into the stars, at enough of a remove where they might sleep and dream of the world below, safely away from interfering. power has never ended well if overused, and a divine power is intoxicating. she has thought on this, many a time since she departed the paths before. if he would stand by her even now, acting in ways some would consider high blasphemy, ruinous, then it might be better to move Rowan's throne up above.
but he will not take her hand, and so Ranni pulls it back, folds all four quietly, and looks carefully at him.]
You speak as though I would leave you for ever, as if we truly need to part.
[even as she says it, she knows - he would be miserable, to dream of a world where he could not share directly in its joys and grief. the earth calls to him, and he answers.]
To stay...
[and here, she pauses. the plan had been so studiously crafted, so forged over time and the light of the moon, that the idea of delaying any step is unexpected.]
The world cannot be held in suspension for too long. The stars, halted in their paths before, long to move. What wouldst thou have occur, before they move again and their order aligned?
[anyone else would have been rejected out of hand, and she would have proceeded. but she can hear that note in his voice, and so she offers a different option: persuasion.
it is not as though one would happily rush towards a solitary journey into darkness, after all.]
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no. to be Tarnished is a thing of the past. there will be a new word, a new term, and that will have to be constructed by those that follow, when they realize their fates are in their own hands.
she had thought to take him with her, a lord into the stars, at enough of a remove where they might sleep and dream of the world below, safely away from interfering. power has never ended well if overused, and a divine power is intoxicating. she has thought on this, many a time since she departed the paths before. if he would stand by her even now, acting in ways some would consider high blasphemy, ruinous, then it might be better to move Rowan's throne up above.
but he will not take her hand, and so Ranni pulls it back, folds all four quietly, and looks carefully at him.]
You speak as though I would leave you for ever, as if we truly need to part.
[even as she says it, she knows - he would be miserable, to dream of a world where he could not share directly in its joys and grief. the earth calls to him, and he answers.]
To stay...
[and here, she pauses. the plan had been so studiously crafted, so forged over time and the light of the moon, that the idea of delaying any step is unexpected.]
The world cannot be held in suspension for too long. The stars, halted in their paths before, long to move. What wouldst thou have occur, before they move again and their order aligned?
[anyone else would have been rejected out of hand, and she would have proceeded. but she can hear that note in his voice, and so she offers a different option: persuasion.
it is not as though one would happily rush towards a solitary journey into darkness, after all.]