07-17-2014, 11:54 AM
Aria glanced at the couch, of all the places to sit, sitting casually on the couch didn't appeal to her. Aria took off the long trench coat and sat down putting her coat in her lap. Sitting on it was highly annoying and always restricted movement. Aria wished he would drop the power. She disliked being in the dark about how someone was feeling. It made saying the correct thing much more difficult.
"I don't expect you to care what happens to me, or to my associates. And I don't honestly care either myself save a few that I've met. It is not necessarily our beliefs that indicate war. Prophecies come from all sorts, and mostly from those with your gifts. I know war is coming. I've felt the destruction of the prophecy. That time, is now. The rise of Ascendancy is that herald. I could go on about our beliefs. But the manuscript I gleaned the information from was not necessarily of Atharim origin. Just prophecy."
Aria didn't quite know how to sit in the confound soft chair, she disliked most couches for that very reason. It made her feel awkward and self conscious, two things she didn't need to be.
"The Atharim will take out the weakest of you first. Killing their families too. You know this. Why we continue to hunt the strongest and most powerful of the reborn gods I do not know. If they are powerful we need weapons to fight you. We have none. "
Aria smiled, "If the weakest were no longer the weakest, if they were not the sick and newly found, untaught that they are now, they would become more of a threat to us. And we'd have no other choice but to make concessions. We have some who can teach inside our ranks. But since you are now close enough to THE most powerful known reborn god you probably know many more than I could count. An alliance is the only way we both survive."
Aria frowned. "And I personally want to survive as long as I can."
"I don't expect you to care what happens to me, or to my associates. And I don't honestly care either myself save a few that I've met. It is not necessarily our beliefs that indicate war. Prophecies come from all sorts, and mostly from those with your gifts. I know war is coming. I've felt the destruction of the prophecy. That time, is now. The rise of Ascendancy is that herald. I could go on about our beliefs. But the manuscript I gleaned the information from was not necessarily of Atharim origin. Just prophecy."
Aria didn't quite know how to sit in the confound soft chair, she disliked most couches for that very reason. It made her feel awkward and self conscious, two things she didn't need to be.
"The Atharim will take out the weakest of you first. Killing their families too. You know this. Why we continue to hunt the strongest and most powerful of the reborn gods I do not know. If they are powerful we need weapons to fight you. We have none. "
Aria smiled, "If the weakest were no longer the weakest, if they were not the sick and newly found, untaught that they are now, they would become more of a threat to us. And we'd have no other choice but to make concessions. We have some who can teach inside our ranks. But since you are now close enough to THE most powerful known reborn god you probably know many more than I could count. An alliance is the only way we both survive."
Aria frowned. "And I personally want to survive as long as I can."