[ Frustration, yes. Seeing Enkidu verbally give up over themselves, praise others for what they deny self- it is frustrating. They should give themselves more credit for what they are capable of. It might be hypocritical for Caster, but while he can have fatalistic outlook, he wants to push others in having more pride and hope in themselves.
But here comes the question and it's another tricky one. They surely know how to make people think, but if answer he gives could be of help to them... ]
My soul, huh. [ Cú mulls on the question as he grabs a blanket and throws it over Enkidu, also inviting himself under it. It's kinda cold here after all, and after all this warming up chill could creep all too soon. ] I was a son to mortal woman and a god. Deichtine was king's charioteer, the finest among her kind; Lugh of Tuatha de Dannan was praised as god of the sun, arts, crafts and oaths. But it wasn't unique situation, our gods walked among us often. They feasted, they hunted, they fought, made love and died among us. Many people could trace their ancestry back to them.
[ It's always a little strange to talk about this. He's not averse to talking about his past, or his thoughts. It's just rare to have someone ask these questions ]
There is no denying that the heritage in my blood has influenced who I am. [ It does so even now. "Arts and craft" and here he is combining magic with art of marking skin. The monstrous ríastrad rage could be traced back to his Fomorian ancestry. Three sides and yet how to choose just one ] Others around me seemed to care more of it than I did. At least until the day when I had to make a choice... because looks like there is always that moment, no? [ . . . ] If I'm boring ya, just say so. I ain't used to telling my own story.
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Date: 2019-12-20 09:09 pm (UTC)But here comes the question and it's another tricky one. They surely know how to make people think, but if answer he gives could be of help to them... ]
My soul, huh. [ Cú mulls on the question as he grabs a blanket and throws it over Enkidu, also inviting himself under it. It's kinda cold here after all, and after all this warming up chill could creep all too soon. ] I was a son to mortal woman and a god. Deichtine was king's charioteer, the finest among her kind; Lugh of Tuatha de Dannan was praised as god of the sun, arts, crafts and oaths. But it wasn't unique situation, our gods walked among us often. They feasted, they hunted, they fought, made love and died among us. Many people could trace their ancestry back to them.
[ It's always a little strange to talk about this. He's not averse to talking about his past, or his thoughts. It's just rare to have someone ask these questions ]
There is no denying that the heritage in my blood has influenced who I am. [ It does so even now. "Arts and craft" and here he is combining magic with art of marking skin. The monstrous ríastrad rage could be traced back to his Fomorian ancestry. Three sides and yet how to choose just one ] Others around me seemed to care more of it than I did. At least until the day when I had to make a choice... because looks like there is always that moment, no? [ . . . ] If I'm boring ya, just say so. I ain't used to telling my own story.