Lemm, attentive as he is to the ways of Void now, is drawn to peer up at the way the lumaflies wane. His expression is a carefully-maintained neutral.
Seer is quiet.
While the Radiance ultimately disproved to her that Higher Beings could be infallible, she has a respect for them that Lemm does not. Questioning one is done with propriety if at all. Otherwise what a god chooses to share is where a mundane bug's knowledge of them begins and ends - this is the simplest way to approach it, not counting unique exceptions...
Like the Knight, who is the Wielder, who is the Lord of Shades. They and their... and Lemm have confirmed they do not care for the etiquette that comes with the position. They are strikingly ordinary in the way they act, in the way they are an unassuming shape sitting on her floor using paper and ink to communicate.
...Seer has always been the curious type deep down, and this feels something like an invitation. (Or a trap.) If nothing else, the Knight will be able to see from the way she's looking at them now that she is considering it.
She is cautious and quiet: "To remember nothing of that enmity strikes me as strange. That it would be directed at Pale light instead..." She trails off, expertly vague. And nothing was a direct question. This she thinks she may get away with - but it is unmistakeably a prompt, of a sort.
no subject
Seer is quiet.
While the Radiance ultimately disproved to her that Higher Beings could be infallible, she has a respect for them that Lemm does not. Questioning one is done with propriety if at all. Otherwise what a god chooses to share is where a mundane bug's knowledge of them begins and ends - this is the simplest way to approach it, not counting unique exceptions...
Like the Knight, who is the Wielder, who is the Lord of Shades. They and their... and Lemm have confirmed they do not care for the etiquette that comes with the position. They are strikingly ordinary in the way they act, in the way they are an unassuming shape sitting on her floor using paper and ink to communicate.
...Seer has always been the curious type deep down, and this feels something like an invitation. (Or a trap.) If nothing else, the Knight will be able to see from the way she's looking at them now that she is considering it.
She is cautious and quiet: "To remember nothing of that enmity strikes me as strange. That it would be directed at Pale light instead..." She trails off, expertly vague. And nothing was a direct question. This she thinks she may get away with - but it is unmistakeably a prompt, of a sort.