Big God
for Theory
08-03-2021, 06:14 PM
Things would not stay this way forever, and that was a fact Thalia was certain of. Life was full of uncertainty and chaos even when you tried to prevent it. In an idealistic world perhaps she could stay here with Theory forever, but her loyalty remained to Aerie and to her kin. Her loyalty to her God was above all else; it was hard to say her faith was above her family though, since the two were so intricately linked. She knew soon she'd have to report back to Eligos and confirm that her presence in Abaven was beneficial to them. She and Theory had never sat down and spoke of specifics, but she couldn't help but feel as though their packs were linked now. They felt like allies, so they must be, right? If Aerie was struck by war she believed that Theory would offer assistance, and Thalia would rally for aid from her family if the tables were turned. This was more than just a visit, more than just something done for enjoyment - she had to believe that.
She was surprised when Theory accepted her invitation, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Her ancestors had been more theatrical, wanting to show the world their power with teeth and claws; but the way of the Abraxas had changed. Eligos had taught her that. Her mind spun with thoughts as the two walked together quietly, caught off-guard yet again when she admitted she wanted Theory to teach her. It seemed an impossible task - how could you teach faith? - but Thalia wouldn't deny her. Spreading the word of her God was important, especially those willing to listen. "Okay," she started carefully. She fell silent for a long while as they walked together, Thalia's gait slowing eventually once the words seemed a little less far-away.
"I've never really prayed around anyone, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit... weird about things," she explained, her words as slow and careful as ever, giving Theory a faint smile before it wilted. "My family - historically, I mean - wasn't known for being quiet about their faith. One tenant of the Abraxas is that we are direct descendants of the Fallen God himself. Greatness is our birthright, but it must still be proven, not taken by force. Respect and admiration is more useful when it is birthed organically," Thalia explained, finally pausing to sink down onto the ground, her head and shoulders still held high.
"I'm rambling a little. I usually pray quietly, so this is a little different for me." Another pause as she tilted her head slightly downward, her eyes drifting closed. "I like to take time first thank my God for His sacrifices for us. His dethroning was what created us. He died so that we may live." Hypothetically, of course. The Fallen God had been banished to the mortal realm by force - defeated only because the weaker gods feared his power. "I find comfort in knowing that even He was not perfect. In his rage he created all the misfortunes in the world - disasters, sickness, even death itself. He reminds me that I am flawed too, and that all I can do is aspire to be better." There was more - so much more. Thalia could talk for hours. But did Theory want to listen? A moment of silence followed before she tilted her head toward Theory, trying to gauge her reaction.
She was surprised when Theory accepted her invitation, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Her ancestors had been more theatrical, wanting to show the world their power with teeth and claws; but the way of the Abraxas had changed. Eligos had taught her that. Her mind spun with thoughts as the two walked together quietly, caught off-guard yet again when she admitted she wanted Theory to teach her. It seemed an impossible task - how could you teach faith? - but Thalia wouldn't deny her. Spreading the word of her God was important, especially those willing to listen. "Okay," she started carefully. She fell silent for a long while as they walked together, Thalia's gait slowing eventually once the words seemed a little less far-away.
"I've never really prayed around anyone, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit... weird about things," she explained, her words as slow and careful as ever, giving Theory a faint smile before it wilted. "My family - historically, I mean - wasn't known for being quiet about their faith. One tenant of the Abraxas is that we are direct descendants of the Fallen God himself. Greatness is our birthright, but it must still be proven, not taken by force. Respect and admiration is more useful when it is birthed organically," Thalia explained, finally pausing to sink down onto the ground, her head and shoulders still held high.
"I'm rambling a little. I usually pray quietly, so this is a little different for me." Another pause as she tilted her head slightly downward, her eyes drifting closed. "I like to take time first thank my God for His sacrifices for us. His dethroning was what created us. He died so that we may live." Hypothetically, of course. The Fallen God had been banished to the mortal realm by force - defeated only because the weaker gods feared his power. "I find comfort in knowing that even He was not perfect. In his rage he created all the misfortunes in the world - disasters, sickness, even death itself. He reminds me that I am flawed too, and that all I can do is aspire to be better." There was more - so much more. Thalia could talk for hours. But did Theory want to listen? A moment of silence followed before she tilted her head toward Theory, trying to gauge her reaction.
