[Definitely not the kind of interest the farmer was looking for. The glimmer in his eye fades away, most of amusement vanishing with the chill wind.
"What's it matter?" Not to mention, how should they know? Do they look courtly to you, Otherworlders? "Whatever she was, she's dead."]
It matters because gods don't die quietly. Might not be her ghost causing all of this.
[The idea the the ghost story may not be so ghostly after all? That gets them to shut up real quick. Lightning crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer, but the farmers exchange a glance and are slow to respond, turning her words over in their heads before the youngest scratches sheepishly at his cheek.
"We don't really know, Miss. We stay out of business with the Court. Doubt somebody as high as the Emperor would wed a mortal, though. They'd never stoop that low."
Wouldn't they? The fal'Cie needed humans. Why wouldn't the Emperor?]
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"What's it matter?" Not to mention, how should they know? Do they look courtly to you, Otherworlders? "Whatever she was, she's dead."]
It matters because gods don't die quietly. Might not be her ghost causing all of this.
[The idea the the ghost story may not be so ghostly after all? That gets them to shut up real quick. Lightning crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer, but the farmers exchange a glance and are slow to respond, turning her words over in their heads before the youngest scratches sheepishly at his cheek.
"We don't really know, Miss. We stay out of business with the Court. Doubt somebody as high as the Emperor would wed a mortal, though. They'd never stoop that low."
Wouldn't they? The fal'Cie needed humans. Why wouldn't the Emperor?]