[Closed, Backdated] Lights will guide you home

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Who: Angel and Ginko
What: A demonstration
When: Immediately post-return to Marrow Island from April Event
Where: Eventually, the Temple of Sacred Roots
Warning(s): Injury discussion

Angel's glad that he has Ginko with him, as he makes his way from where the Limoncello docks back to the temple. Eddie can go straight to the farm and start assessing damage, while Angel takes care of business, leaning on Ginko's shoulder to make it to the nearest holy space.

(He's glad he doesn't need to trek all the way to Elsie's Tree or the dwarf temple down in Paradesium to heal. That would be wildly inconvenient. He might have had to ask John Rambo or someone for a piggyback ride.)

On the walk, he's quiet, unsure what to say. Ginko made it clear on the ship that he wasn't up to talking about it--whatever 'it' truly was, with him. So there's an awkwardness here. But not an unkind one. Angel's good at silence; he always has been.

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Ginko holds Angel's weight steadily, a solid bulwark that doesn't let his injured leg take any weight even on uneven ground.

"I can carry you if it'd be easier," he offers, early into the walk. Angel doesn't seem that much heavier than Tanyuu, and the terrain is much easier than the moors around her manor.

He isn't doing a great job filling the silence besides that, although his presence isn't one that seems to demand speech like some people. He barely seems to notice the awkwardness; his attention is clearly taken up by the scenery. After a longer pause than anyone would consider polite, he finally asks a question.

"So how long have you been here, on the island?"

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"A little over a year, now? Long enough to feel settled in."

Angel accepts the offer to be carried; he's not prideful enough to insist on sticking it out for the sake of proving anything. He's cool to the touch, as corpses tend to be.

"I'm living on Kasprak Farm and working in the temple."

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Ginko doesn't seem at all slowed or destabilized by the extra weight. He even compensates to avoid jostling Angel's broken leg in a way that seems almost reflexive.

"Guess you'd be a good person to ask if I ever have any questions about the gods around here, then," he says conversationally. "Where I'm from, if there are any, they don't seem nearly as involved, so at first I didn't really think to account much for their activity here."

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"Goddesses. Here we have four goddesses. One for each season and each realm. Earth, Sea, Sky and the Beyond."

He's glad to explain, especially since they're headed in the direction of the temple to begin with.

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He nods along with the list, committing it to memory.

"...The woman who sees newcomers in," he asks hesitantly, feeling a little silly. He hasn't really talked about this with anyone else yet. "Would she be...?"

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"Mortanne. Goddess of the Winter and Death and Dreams. Comfort to the orphan and the widow."

Angel sounds incredibly fond of her, for whatever reason.

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Ginko's eye swivels back towards Angel in surprise, less at the confirmation of his guess and more at the tone of the response. He hasn't heard Angel sound that positive about anything here yet.

He leaves it quiet for a while. "You did mention there were people worth making the effort for, but I'll admit I wasn't expecting one of those people to be a goddess. This place takes more getting used to than I thought."