IC INBOX: STORYTELLER

[story_teller]

   IC INBOX: THE STORYTELLER

The Storyteller's temple on the central island of Ensō is, unsurprisingly, where your local deity can most often be found. Those seeking to strike up a conversation or pursue the Storyteller for answers are not guaranteed an immediate answer, but they can certainly try. If one waits for long enough after posing a question, their expectation for a response from the deity in question may very well prompt them to happen along...eventually.

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[story_teller]

But it hardly has anything to do with you, does it?

[A strong sense of justice, they would venture, if they were a guessing sort of god.]

Why does it matter that some think of me one way, and others think of me another? Do many of them not have plenty of reason to distrust entities such as myself?

[piercetheheart]

Can't judge you by what others like you have done. That's no fair.

I mean I guess it doesn't have anything to do with me, sure, but I am not going to sit by and watch people talk shit about you without saying something.

[Shield means more than protecting his people from physical damage.]

[story_teller]

I suppose that is your duty, isn't it?

[Their tone is thoughtful. A Shield - that is what he is, through and through. They've simply become used to being the exception to a great many rules, is the thing.]

[It's not an unpleasant feeling to be occasionally proven wrong.]

It means more than one can put into words, in some ways. Thank you for that.

[piercetheheart]

My duty is to Noct.

For everyone else it's a choice. [And he's just going to reach up to give them a couple more strokes, a gentle rub between the wings.] But... yeah, you're welcome, I guess?

[No one has ever actually thanked him for doing what he does. It'd be like thanking him for breathing.]

[story_teller]

Of course. [They are not the best diplomat, they have learned. That is the problem with words: there are often too many of them, with too many varied and impossible meanings, and there is a world of weight between what one says and what one means - and what another party hears.]

Was there anything else you needed?

[piercetheheart]

Nah... [He hadn't really needed anything in the first place.]

Take care of yourself, okay? [At least he recognized a dismissal when it was given, already raising his hand up for Tory to take flight.]

[story_teller]

I do my best.

[The words are only the tiniest bit wry as they flutter back to the temple's rafters, and out of sight.]