onedrinkwithme | Inbox: The Far Shore

I prefer idealist with some caution.

[He just wants some happiness for those he cares about. Maybe for himself too; for a long time he has made choices but in the name of his homeland and not himself.]

I've heard that one before.

[ Estinien wonders just how long it is they're meant to be staying in this place. The answers he's heard from others from the stint on the beach have been ranging from the short term to the long.]

This God business; you are assigned one too, correct?

[Nodding.]

They tell me that I am supposed to be Forseti, a god of justice and imposes judgements. I abhor the name and assumption that I needs to accept that this will be my life.

...but I cannot truly trust them. Not after what happened with the archbishop. And with the infomation that many of us are hiding from them, I can see why they do as such.

Forseti? I have never heard of such a name, but I suppose the justice and judgements side of it all fits, despite you despising it otherwise.

[ At least it's easy to spell; Estinien has seen his own written down and it's a mouthful both in saying and writing.]

They can't know everything if it isn't shared, though that alone should be a concern. At some point they will surely stop asking and start demanding.

...even if someone possibly innocent gets killed as a result?

[He thinks of Votelli and their conversation. 'They'll kill me!' still rings in his ears and for what reason? Existing? Born from something else?]

There is more to what we can see in front of us...and it is up to us to find out. I refuse to pass judgement without knowing everything.

I suppose everyone is infallible. I merely meant that you have a good enough sense of right and wrong to not go on a power mission. Imagine if someone less appropriate had been given the role. People here may not have been so lucky.

[ Estinien gives a small shrug. He hasn't been here long enough to be too concerned over things past the initial arrival woes just yet.]

Hmph. Most are too busy wondering about how they got here to look further than their own noses and I cannot blame them too hard for it. I can barely even pronounce mine own assigned name.

There is a rank that gods can strive for called 'God of Fortune'; two have unknowingly made it but I hope I do not.

[It means many things but a big one means that you are pretty much bound to this world in Aymeric's opinion. He has a place to take care already. He does however give a weak smile at the show of confidence.]

Thank you for those words. There has been those who abused their power, to make those of the Near Shore obey without consent and that worries me. [Because lol primals.]

But tell me, what is this name you were assigned to? Is it truly that horrible?

[ The fact Aymeric doesn't want to rank says it all really. It'll be something to look into later, but idly so.]

Hmph, I doubt everyone they bring to this place would be so positively inclined. I'm surprised this place stands so well.

My name? It is almost Roedagyn in it's spelling. Quetzalcoatl.

[This is the same guy who was pretty much forced into his current position of head of the House of Lords. Since they were all like 'We refuse to accept no as an answer'.]

Stubborness is the same no matter the star. And that name does sound as much. Were you able to learn of what they do?

Naturally.

[ Estinien knows he hasn't learned as much as he should have; once he found out about the appearance of said deity his interest levels had waned.]

I know only that they have a very particular form, and one I am not fond of.

...tis a wyvern isn't it?

[Peace might be with the dragons but if one has been a vessel to one...obvious answer.]

[ Estinien can feel his nose wrinkling at the mere thought of it all. What dire luck he seems to be having these days.]

Of course it is. Not only that but said deity supposedly has feathers too.

Do you worry that you may...

[Become one again? It's a legitimate fear and not the type to poke fun at. Aymeric is worried for his friend and naturally, the Heavens may not give a single shit.]

[ It's a good question, one that Aymeric doesn't even need to finish since it's something Estinien has been thinking on ever since he arrived. The thought of losing himself to madness again is enough to make even the dragoon a bit anxious, but he's pretty sure this place won't pull that trick. Not yet, at least.]

I think that is a concern that will never leave, no matter where I am. In this regard I feel clear headed, whatever this is, it's not the same. Should the worst happen you'll know what to do.

Only if there is no other options left open. If it wasn't for Master Alphinaud and the Warrior of Light, you would not be beside me now.

[He knows what to do if the time comes and it will be painful without a doubt. But Aymeric wants to make that part clear that if there is a way to save him if he changes, he'd do that first.]

That is true enough, though from what I have seen there's no Warrior of Light here right now.

[ Estinien doesn't need to say it out loud. He knows full well that should the worst happen it's going to take a lot more than it did to snap him out of it, especially with the Warrior being so painfully absent.]

Has everyone been keeping well?

[ Estinien knows if he asks Alphinaud that he'll get some really long winded answer.]

[And honestly, Aymeric is glad that the Warrior isn't here. Even with time freezing and being a mess, they've been through enough.]

To my knowledge, most have been keeping quiet. Knowing Master Alphinaud, he might be creating strategies for issues not yet come to pass. He can be as bad as myself when it comes to work.

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