[ As Liem's grasp tightens upon him, it strikes Set finally — belatedly — that oh, maybe Liem does not like heights? He seems as taunt as a harpstring about to snap, the way that his muscles bunch and breathing grows tense a sign of stress. And Set, idiot that he is, comes to the realization once they're on the ground. A faint oh, escaping him as the priest peels off of him and jitters his way across the ground afterwards. ( What an idiot, to see it only afterwards. And still, he cannot help but feel a little satisfied with what he has wrought — Liem, stumbling and nervous, invokes a sort of pleasure in his belly that is not easily sated. )
Thankfully, he does let go of the other man. The grasp upon him a possessive, sturdy thing that had brokered no illusions that if Liem were to fall, it would not be because Set's hold on him was unsteady, but because he'd let go purposefully. Now, he trots forward a few paces, and then peers back. Readied and focused on the final push to their goal. ]
It feels right to me, this place. Quetzalcoatl said much the same, when we spoke — with the shrine I took over in the south means that Kenos must have had gods at one point. The temple is proof of that. So, if Kenos had gods — where did they go, if they were native? Or were they Shardbearers like us, perhaps? Yima could be one, for that matter. Or just a woman who has transcended her own mortality, through the power of Zenith.
[ And by the brief quaver in his tone, he seems to have a sort of dread? awe? belief? that it is the former, rather than the latter. ]
Regardless, whatever it is she wants me to see — it is before us, now. Are you ready, Liem? I am sure we will have some answers, and even more questions. I find it exciting.
[ He does wait for his wobbly companion, wanting to share in the moment that they break through the treeline and behold the structure waiting before them, with its dark columns and style emblematic of what he has beheld both in Springstar's architecture, and his readings of the Greco-Roman culture of Earth. Things he had studied, because he had been curious about the Heliopolis connection... and because someone with knowledge had practically pointed him in that direction ( SEBASTIAN!!!! ). ]
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Thankfully, he does let go of the other man. The grasp upon him a possessive, sturdy thing that had brokered no illusions that if Liem were to fall, it would not be because Set's hold on him was unsteady, but because he'd let go purposefully. Now, he trots forward a few paces, and then peers back. Readied and focused on the final push to their goal. ]
It feels right to me, this place. Quetzalcoatl said much the same, when we spoke — with the shrine I took over in the south means that Kenos must have had gods at one point. The temple is proof of that. So, if Kenos had gods — where did they go, if they were native? Or were they Shardbearers like us, perhaps? Yima could be one, for that matter. Or just a woman who has transcended her own mortality, through the power of Zenith.
[ And by the brief quaver in his tone, he seems to have a sort of dread? awe? belief? that it is the former, rather than the latter. ]
Regardless, whatever it is she wants me to see — it is before us, now. Are you ready, Liem? I am sure we will have some answers, and even more questions. I find it exciting.
[ He does wait for his wobbly companion, wanting to share in the moment that they break through the treeline and behold the structure waiting before them, with its dark columns and style emblematic of what he has beheld both in Springstar's architecture, and his readings of the Greco-Roman culture of Earth. Things he had studied, because he had been curious about the Heliopolis connection... and because someone with knowledge had practically pointed him in that direction ( SEBASTIAN!!!! ). ]