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[lingeringhope]

[Hope's voice is clear and clipped.]

If you would like to leave a message, you may do so here. I can't promise to respond. I have many demands on my time, and this sort of thing is far down the list. Still, if you would like to, you may.

Comments

[lingeringhope]

At first, we did not want to frighten you - or I did not. It's easier to communicate like this, in any case. This isn't our original form, of course.

[oldtonew]

[ Kettara blinks. ]

Wouldn't it be more comfortable to wear your true form, now?

[lingeringhope]

This form still seems to get more positive responses. It makes little difference to me.

[oldtonew]

I see.

[ Part of her wants to ask why the human form, of all the bodies a god might take, would be the one to provoke a feeling of comfort, but she doesn't. It's not the time for that. ]

In my home, we place a great importance on an individual's honor. If they are truly honorable, then their word is bond.

[ She blinks again, watching him. ]

I would like to have your word that you intend to release us. On your honor.

[lingeringhope]

I was not the one who brought you here. I have no intention of keeping you here once we are all safe. You have my word.

[oldtonew]

But we are useful to you. As food. As a source for your power.

[ She watches him for a long time before finally nodding just once. ]

Then I will take you at your word. If you are honorable, you will hold it. If you are not, then I will strike you down, on my honor as a shaman of the Earthen Ring.

[ It's all said matter of factly. Kettara rises to her full height, stretching. ]

That is all. Thank you for speaking with me.

[lingeringhope]

[It is very far from the first time someone has threatened Hope. He doesn't appear to be bothered.]

You are welcome.