Jingyi freezes, something visible in the way his mane stops moving, his whiskers hold position, everything about him still as the air that tends to circulate his body goes as a thought creeps in, past the reason he was saying please, needing someone to be a bulwark against a fear he's fought all his remembered life.
Prayer, however, ties to gods, ties to the reason the Ministry is here, ties in so deeply that he practically shouts over Inigo's head some concept of an answer once it strikes in his brain, akin to lightning striking the pine that thrusts tallest over the ridge. What else happens overnight? What happens suddenly with no explanation? What influences reality here in sudden, unpredictable, but definitely 'god' linked ways?
"The tears! The gods responsible for those, the time issues, those are stabilised with the equalisers. Could it work here? Stabilise this place from that influence?"
Jingyi casts a silencing over all the gathered and netted refugees, plunging them into a much quieter area than it'd been before that point. Lan traditions could have upsides: and silence is a working he knows very, very well.
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Jingyi freezes, something visible in the way his mane stops moving, his whiskers hold position, everything about him still as the air that tends to circulate his body goes as a thought creeps in, past the reason he was saying please, needing someone to be a bulwark against a fear he's fought all his remembered life.
Prayer, however, ties to gods, ties to the reason the Ministry is here, ties in so deeply that he practically shouts over Inigo's head some concept of an answer once it strikes in his brain, akin to lightning striking the pine that thrusts tallest over the ridge. What else happens overnight? What happens suddenly with no explanation? What influences reality here in sudden, unpredictable, but definitely 'god' linked ways?
"The tears! The gods responsible for those, the time issues, those are stabilised with the equalisers. Could it work here? Stabilise this place from that influence?"
Jingyi casts a silencing over all the gathered and netted refugees, plunging them into a much quieter area than it'd been before that point. Lan traditions could have upsides: and silence is a working he knows very, very well.