A Little Getaway
Mar 10, 2009 14:08:19 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Mar 10, 2009 14:08:19 GMT -5
Nagi listened to Snowflake, enraptured as the child had been. Many of the people around his age and younger seemed to be listening more than the elders. Little surprise there; the older people were, the more set in their ways of thinking they became. A few older people did appear receptive to the High Priestess' words, though. Those were the ones who had been beginning to or already had taken Lady Lilith's words to heart after these past months.
Lucifer appeared calm as ever, neither moved to embrace the foreign priestess' teachings nor to reject them as the Morilantans' had been. Love made a fair philosophy, he supposed, so long as one kept in mind that there would always be those who did not feel the same.
Crawford, too, sat in silence. He was well-spoken enough that had he wanted to refute Snowflake, there was little doubt that he would. Crawford knew already, though, that if he spoke, he would have to concede on at least a few points. Snowflake was infinitely more well-versed in her religion than he. Having grown up in Morilanta, he could have argued with the Evil priest, as could the rest of his group. But he had not even ever set foot on Anarlinan soil. And through his own experiences, should they come out, he would have to concede there as well. And those were nobody's business by his own, so he kept quiet.
Another child in the crowd had no such reservations, though, and waved his hand about. "'f Love issa Force an' we feel 'er, are all th' feelin's Forces? Like bein' sad or scared? Are they Forces, too?"
Lucifer appeared calm as ever, neither moved to embrace the foreign priestess' teachings nor to reject them as the Morilantans' had been. Love made a fair philosophy, he supposed, so long as one kept in mind that there would always be those who did not feel the same.
Crawford, too, sat in silence. He was well-spoken enough that had he wanted to refute Snowflake, there was little doubt that he would. Crawford knew already, though, that if he spoke, he would have to concede on at least a few points. Snowflake was infinitely more well-versed in her religion than he. Having grown up in Morilanta, he could have argued with the Evil priest, as could the rest of his group. But he had not even ever set foot on Anarlinan soil. And through his own experiences, should they come out, he would have to concede there as well. And those were nobody's business by his own, so he kept quiet.
Another child in the crowd had no such reservations, though, and waved his hand about. "'f Love issa Force an' we feel 'er, are all th' feelin's Forces? Like bein' sad or scared? Are they Forces, too?"