That's an expression--a tone--Myr recognizes as well from experience; love for one's own blood couldn't erase the disappointment one felt in their choices. (Too often enhanced it, as he'd learned worrying over Vandelin.) It raises another question--he'd heard rumors of Adalia's particular relationship, for rumors were the lifeblood of the Gallows--but not one he'll ask now or any time following. There are certainly some things he does not need to know simply to pray for her, or for Six.
So he nods to this, chewing his lower lip briefly in thought as he fits these pieces in where he might with all he knows of Andraste.]
Our lady Andraste is likewise forgiving, and we entreat Her for the souls of those who've departed into the Fade--that She'll intercede with Her Divine Husband, so He will take them up in His arms.
Those who turned aside from the Maker in life are said to wander the Void forever and only She weeps for them-- But I’d think, even there, the penitent might hear Her voice and cast off their sins to run to Her.
[He hopes. He dearly hopes.
He reaches careful fingers to touch his copy of the Chant where it lies splayed open.]
In Hasmal, a week after the death we’d sing from Trials for the departed--and pray for them a month at least. In the Circle, anyway--we were all alike there, but outside it the rich could pay for more weeks of prayer. [Like anyone else’s piety would get them where they were going, his rueful smile seems to say.]
The prayers, though--they’ve a form to them and you might change the words a little for Sarenrae, as you're not sure of any for her. I think ours would suit.
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That's an expression--a tone--Myr recognizes as well from experience; love for one's own blood couldn't erase the disappointment one felt in their choices. (Too often enhanced it, as he'd learned worrying over Vandelin.) It raises another question--he'd heard rumors of Adalia's particular relationship, for rumors were the lifeblood of the Gallows--but not one he'll ask now or any time following. There are certainly some things he does not need to know simply to pray for her, or for Six.
So he nods to this, chewing his lower lip briefly in thought as he fits these pieces in where he might with all he knows of Andraste.]
Our lady Andraste is likewise forgiving, and we entreat Her for the souls of those who've departed into the Fade--that She'll intercede with Her Divine Husband, so He will take them up in His arms.
Those who turned aside from the Maker in life are said to wander the Void forever and only She weeps for them-- But I’d think, even there, the penitent might hear Her voice and cast off their sins to run to Her.
[He hopes. He dearly hopes.
He reaches careful fingers to touch his copy of the Chant where it lies splayed open.]
In Hasmal, a week after the death we’d sing from Trials for the departed--and pray for them a month at least. In the Circle, anyway--we were all alike there, but outside it the rich could pay for more weeks of prayer. [Like anyone else’s piety would get them where they were going, his rueful smile seems to say.]
The prayers, though--they’ve a form to them and you might change the words a little for Sarenrae, as you're not sure of any for her. I think ours would suit.