Kauri held a questioning gaze. A regent right before them; why was she not with the rest of those deserving enough to confer with these gods? Eyes wandered away from the chestnut mare, looking toward the gloomy skies.
His ear flicked at Pavetta’s agreement to his speculation about what may be. For what he had saw, god attended meetings were never good. The deities of his home hardly got together to celebrate or speak of the good, and like gold dust did a mortal stand blessed to even hear a whisper from them. Should corruption or wickedness be hinted in the clouds did it seem these divine beings within the world of Novus sung out for the mortals; his world: only for the archangels.
In response to Pavetta’s first question, he gave a small nod. A month since his arrival. Soul still felt fresh here in having yet to be smothered by what is to come for the time he is upon this land. He listened with intrigue as the striped dame told of how she arrived here.
“A portal... was it a portal?” he mumbled the question to himself. A portal sounded the most reasonable, it may explain what had happened to him. As darkness had swallowed his heart to bestow the banishment of a vile pleader, he saw the usual wisps and shadows. Once that stranger splashed him with a mysterious liquid, he saw hell, then nothingness. And now, here he was.
“A world gone barren,” he responded in regards to where he was from. Upon his world, deserts went from seclusion to domination. Sentient beings lived in the cluttered mess of congested kingdoms, and the endless line of traveling merchants hoping to at least bargain their goods as he’d watch all this in the distance, before wandering back out into the limitless desert. Now, all this life and vigour he could sense all around him and easily encountering strangers; it was so foreign.
Ears stood when Pavetta mentioned how Bexley glowed. Looking to the regent, her coat appeared normal as violets were too slow to catch the sheen before it was suppressed. He snorted when luck was given out to the golden dame and the hope she doesn’t get struck. Kauri only saw it polite to do the same.
“Mm, yes, may the noble spirits be at your side... and don’t be a donkey,” he told. The gods could appreciate a clever jester but certainly not an ass.
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