He jerks his head up to look at Lio in surprise. Beautiful? Then he snorts and says, “Yeah. Pact tattoos always look incredible.”
Galo walks up to the tree closer to the edge of the river and lays his hand against it. With a creak the old willow lifts itself up and shuffles slightly to the left. He smiles for it and pats the trunk. “Thank you, promise I’ll come by and ask you to move back when we’re done.”
He steps into the water of the river as he says, “So, judgments work in that we wear neutral colors when we come to visit the accused. It’s representation in two ways. We are the voice but we have a more nuanced view than the world does. If we view judgment can be carried out another way we can do that instead.”
It’s written on his face this judgment will go one way. His eyes are hard and his jaw is set, as he stares straight ahead. He fords the river as fish move out of his way as if he were just another plant or fish in the water. “We leave our staff behind in our domain. For the judgment the earth gives you a staff once you hear the accused’s plead. If you deem judgment the old way is to be carried out, you’re unchained.”
He makes it to the far side and turns to face him. “Healers use the elements of their soul as a canvas to wield the rest. That’s why I always use water, earth, and wind. We’ll see if I’m unchained to use water or so. Or if the world will demand I use fire. It’s all in what staff it gives me.”
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Galo walks up to the tree closer to the edge of the river and lays his hand against it. With a creak the old willow lifts itself up and shuffles slightly to the left. He smiles for it and pats the trunk. “Thank you, promise I’ll come by and ask you to move back when we’re done.”
He steps into the water of the river as he says, “So, judgments work in that we wear neutral colors when we come to visit the accused. It’s representation in two ways. We are the voice but we have a more nuanced view than the world does. If we view judgment can be carried out another way we can do that instead.”
It’s written on his face this judgment will go one way. His eyes are hard and his jaw is set, as he stares straight ahead. He fords the river as fish move out of his way as if he were just another plant or fish in the water. “We leave our staff behind in our domain. For the judgment the earth gives you a staff once you hear the accused’s plead. If you deem judgment the old way is to be carried out, you’re unchained.”
He makes it to the far side and turns to face him. “Healers use the elements of their soul as a canvas to wield the rest. That’s why I always use water, earth, and wind. We’ll see if I’m unchained to use water or so. Or if the world will demand I use fire. It’s all in what staff it gives me.”