Grimm tilts his head, speaking to the Lord of Shades in full even as he has nothing else to look at than the poking horns and slip of a Sibling. (His expression is curious, but reserved - the idle watch of an uninvolved party from across a room.)
He supposes the concern has merit. The situation being as it is, they know far more about him than the average summoner. Normally he wouldn't have given one cause.
Grimm gives a slight mollifying gesture with one hand, not that he expects them to see it. In his position on the edge he looks profoundly comfortable, though someone with his command of a room tends not to look uncomfortable anywhere.
"I am permitted my opinions, of course." He folds one leg over the other, wings unfurling red in the water either side of him. "But to try to manage the summoner's role would strip the Ritual of meaning - and, too, would be futile. Ours in creation; yours in cultivation. The die is already cast."
Admittance on some level that he expects no hand in Grimmchild's future. His thoughts feel strange, there, for the briefest moment before they are pulled back beneath his wing. With his command of Dream and Nightmare it is possible but unlikely that this was an accident.
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Date: 2023-04-11 04:54 pm (UTC)He supposes the concern has merit. The situation being as it is, they know far more about him than the average summoner. Normally he wouldn't have given one cause.
Grimm gives a slight mollifying gesture with one hand, not that he expects them to see it. In his position on the edge he looks profoundly comfortable, though someone with his command of a room tends not to look uncomfortable anywhere.
"I am permitted my opinions, of course." He folds one leg over the other, wings unfurling red in the water either side of him. "But to try to manage the summoner's role would strip the Ritual of meaning - and, too, would be futile. Ours in creation; yours in cultivation. The die is already cast."
Admittance on some level that he expects no hand in Grimmchild's future. His thoughts feel strange, there, for the briefest moment before they are pulled back beneath his wing. With his command of Dream and Nightmare it is possible but unlikely that this was an accident.