[It is perhaps another strange of twist that the Oracle of their people is the one who is ready to put people above the will of the gods. Perhaps Aera herself was never truly meant to be the Oracle - and perhaps in that way her death was ordained, so that she could make way for someone more suited to being a servant of the gods.
To Somnus, her words are inconsequential to the prophecy. To Aera, the prophecy itself has no meaning if a man of no dignity and no love for others sits the throne. If good men and women must perish so senselessly for the sake of it, what difference does it make from the daemon's blight that cares just as little for people? The thought is blasphemous, yet somehow Aera knows that to her it is the truth.
Much as Somnus dismissed her words, she ignores his.]
Leave my sight, Kinslayer. Never return. I know, now, that Somnus Lucis Caelum perished long ago, and I've no wish to see you parade his visage around.
[ He hadn't suspected that she would demonstrate fealty, and truly, there is no need for it. She is dead, and she no longer speaks for the divine. He's been within the Draconian's presence and a gaol crafted by the Astrals for far longer than she had ever been alive. In that respect, she speaks another truth. The Somnus she had known is dead. What remains is this: a specter, a statue, a weapon, an accessory, a soul whose purpose is to be used in sacrifice.
The realm of dreams has caused him to soften. Lest he forget, he is only the above, and the future is what matters most. Her opinion does not.
Whatever reaction he would have had for her in the past for defiance is nowhere to be found. Instead, a cold, steely reticence settles across his expression. There are two paths before him. Either he forces her to bow, or he leavee her be out of some lingering respect for her person.
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To Somnus, her words are inconsequential to the prophecy. To Aera, the prophecy itself has no meaning if a man of no dignity and no love for others sits the throne. If good men and women must perish so senselessly for the sake of it, what difference does it make from the daemon's blight that cares just as little for people? The thought is blasphemous, yet somehow Aera knows that to her it is the truth.
Much as Somnus dismissed her words, she ignores his.]
Leave my sight, Kinslayer. Never return. I know, now, that Somnus Lucis Caelum perished long ago, and I've no wish to see you parade his visage around.
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The realm of dreams has caused him to soften. Lest he forget, he is only the above, and the future is what matters most. Her opinion does not.
Whatever reaction he would have had for her in the past for defiance is nowhere to be found. Instead, a cold, steely reticence settles across his expression. There are two paths before him. Either he forces her to bow, or he leavee her be out of some lingering respect for her person.
Somnus steps away, pivots, then departs. ]