>>6098896>>6098907>>6098910>>6099046>>6099156>>6099216>>6098817“O Crimson Comet,” you begin, praying for words that would not offend her, even if such a thing seems impossible. “I am honoured that you thought of me— of us — for this mission, but. But… I have one question. If I may.”
“You may,” she allows, looking a tad confused.
“We have been given to the care and rule of the Blessed Blind, Astoria di Ottava Ora. We are still beneath it.” your eyes shift towards your Master who shrugs. “And I wonder: could this cause conflict with the Amaranthines later on? I do not mind bowing the head to my betters, but I do not want the efforts of my friends to go in vain.”
And you also wouldn’t want the chance to free your family to be overturned on a whim or a technicality. Admitted such a thing could happen to <span class="mu-i">Carnaval</span>. You cannot pretend you understood even a lick of it, but Rubida’s words during your interaction with the Blessed Blind have shaken you to your core. It’s like there is a whole different side to the Holy Land, one full of unseen words and treacherous steps, from which your Master has hitherto protected you from.
Carnaval’s golden eyes burn a little darker at your words. She tilts her head to look at your Master and they share a look, gold mixed with his grey.
[cont.]
