Goat-headed One, I have certainly never been called that before, fortunate for the young lady Leth hangs, or... Hung over us before the storms, or I may have begun feeling less courteous. But outwardly Cilaes merely shook his head, the heavenly serenity that had settled across his face undisturbed. "I could not say without knowing who is was that summoned us. Though the Watchtower on Mura seemed to be attracting, or perhaps producing, much of the lightening, but the trees obscured my view... I can only say it was not Leth, though great changes are very likely moving now all the same." It was a long answer to a short question but the Ethaefal had found himself thinking aloud. The mysteries of the night had to have a clear source, no god acted so violently, on such a massive scale without identifying themselves, right? The Pycon's body was cool and heavy in his hand as they moved the short distance to the man. And she began insulting him before Cilaes could speak. Perhaps the best response would be encouragement for the man, not a reaction to her... Attitude. "Yes, I've heard of the Lady, though I was unfamiliar with her sign. It seems to be in abundance here though. And Miss, though I doubt it will mean much to you I am quite certain our words are heard, each syllable that falls from our lips. Though perhaps that is the sort of faith that comes only with personal experience." They do hear, of course my Lord does, Cilaes thought, remembering his nightly prayers, and how silent the moon had seemed from the mortal world. But this was evidence in itself that the Ukalas was still strong, was it not? he wondered, glancing about at wondrous place they had appeared. |