"A distraction--" Myr starts, stops, breathes out slowly as Adasse suggests blowing something up. Well, trust a teenager...
(Like he's one to talk, having had the same thought in other situations it was equally inappropriate.)
"--might be our best bet; I don't like our odds otherwise." And trying to reason Izot out of her position had not worked; Mother Aridatha had been no more receptive to the idea the latest sacrifice was not of sound mind to make her decision, .... and that was as far as Myr had gotten at talking to the cultists, given the little time they'd had between Arl Wulff's impassioned plea and the impending sacrifice.
"Unless you've something to say I've not thought of that might change someone's mind," he adds to Inessa.
Before them, the spectacle continues--and it is a spectacle, as Mother Aridatha waves incense over Izot and intones from the Chant in a dolorous voice. At least they've a little more time to decide on their course of action.
action, plot continuation;
"A distraction--" Myr starts, stops, breathes out slowly as Adasse suggests blowing something up. Well, trust a teenager...
(Like he's one to talk, having had the same thought in other situations it was equally inappropriate.)
"--might be our best bet; I don't like our odds otherwise." And trying to reason Izot out of her position had not worked; Mother Aridatha had been no more receptive to the idea the latest sacrifice was not of sound mind to make her decision, .... and that was as far as Myr had gotten at talking to the cultists, given the little time they'd had between Arl Wulff's impassioned plea and the impending sacrifice.
"Unless you've something to say I've not thought of that might change someone's mind," he adds to Inessa.
Before them, the spectacle continues--and it is a spectacle, as Mother Aridatha waves incense over Izot and intones from the Chant in a dolorous voice. At least they've a little more time to decide on their course of action.