Argia keeps displaying unimaginable divine favour... pic very much related>>6214955Then the envoy laughs.
It’s not a chortle or a chuckle, like before — no, she leans forward, covering her mouth with her free hand while her other one coils around her glass, as if to hold herself steady.
“Word!” She exclaims! “Isn’t this the first time I have found a Candéan funny. Ah, me.” She calms down, her bandaged chest slowly going back to her normal breathing rhythm. “So, perhaps I am starting to understand why your Master decided to keep you around. You can be so endlessly amusing.”
“I was telling the truth.” Parts of it.
Your stomach squirms at the fact you are lying, lying, lying — and to someone who shares your own faith! This is not how things are supposed to go, your gut screams, but you are quite aware that if you slip even just a little from this narrow path, your friends are going to suffer all the more for it.
So you keep course.
“I do mean to find Salicera. And I have never had any dealings of any sort with the Adversary! In fact, if she were here at this very moment, I would use all I can — all the strength in my arm and all the sharpness in my blade and all the truth that there is in my faith to cleave through her black heart!” You clench your fists again, and this time it ’s due to your past memories. “She created merchants, and merchants came and destroyed everything I hold dear. Your questioning is baseless with me, and I will show it in a way or another!”
“And yet your hair stays the same,” she sighs, once more coiling a lock around her fingers. Soralisa purses her lips at the gesture. “I wonder though. Why not dye it? Tincture is most common these days, and there is expertise on how to use it aplenty,” she adds, her eyes shifting towards Rubida, who just flips her hair back as if unbothered.
“It would be naught but a lie, then,” you reply. “I have learned what truth was when Master first told me about Ansàrra, when She interceded for me, back in the Landing Strip. I do not need to hide it.”
[cont.]
