[ Quetzalcoatl nods in easy agreement, at least. She doesknow, since ritualistic offerings of life were a key part of her pantheon that was then passed down to her people. She was the most famous for it, even.
Her attention turns to the effigy as Voryn continues to speak, since she does wonder. She had briefly thought about doing something similar to this when they were still in their Springstar but had decided against it for the uncertainty. If she had been her fully divine self, she would have bled herself dry at the roots of Springstar’s great Tree, since then, she would have certainty that her life-giving blood could nourish its roots. As a Servant, she wasn’t sure, and now, with blood as thick and slow as sap…
When her hands are released, she stands again, though her hand does reach out to touch Voryn’s shoulder fondly as she goes, though lightly. ]
Mm, I can do that, yes. If I could offer my istli, I would.
[ The term goes with explanation, partially because she doesn’t think it’s worth explaining when it’s not something she can offer, nor would she expect anyone else to. After all, that precious istli that was the gift of life itself was stored in the heart. They didn't have to tools to make such a fine offering.
She places her hands on her hips as she turns her attention to John finally, since even if she’s still concerned about Voryn, she trusts him in this. They might not have talked about specifics, but she’s already decided that Voryn’s people aren’t as dissimilar from her Azteca as most. If he says he knows how to do a ritual like this, she trusts him. It’s as simple as that. ]
And hola, señor John, was it? I think I recognize your voice! We spoke when I asked about Silco, yes?
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Her attention turns to the effigy as Voryn continues to speak, since she does wonder. She had briefly thought about doing something similar to this when they were still in their Springstar but had decided against it for the uncertainty. If she had been her fully divine self, she would have bled herself dry at the roots of Springstar’s great Tree, since then, she would have certainty that her life-giving blood could nourish its roots. As a Servant, she wasn’t sure, and now, with blood as thick and slow as sap…
When her hands are released, she stands again, though her hand does reach out to touch Voryn’s shoulder fondly as she goes, though lightly. ]
Mm, I can do that, yes. If I could offer my istli, I would.
[ The term goes with explanation, partially because she doesn’t think it’s worth explaining when it’s not something she can offer, nor would she expect anyone else to. After all, that precious istli that was the gift of life itself was stored in the heart. They didn't have to tools to make such a fine offering.
She places her hands on her hips as she turns her attention to John finally, since even if she’s still concerned about Voryn, she trusts him in this. They might not have talked about specifics, but she’s already decided that Voryn’s people aren’t as dissimilar from her Azteca as most. If he says he knows how to do a ritual like this, she trusts him. It’s as simple as that. ]
And hola, señor John, was it? I think I recognize your voice! We spoke when I asked about Silco, yes?