"That stands to reason, given the method of deployment you've... Well, we've employed for centuries with out religious education." Arvælyn noted with a snigger.
"My understanding is that they are connected to all members of their bloodline. They can connect with us... commune and see through our eyes, hear through our ears. When they ascended that was when Re'hyæans acquired that peculiar trait whereby parent and child share a telepathic bond. These tethers run deeper with the Founders. As far as I know, those who've been fully possessed by Them have come out of it with a Mark. Phocion didn't even notice his, at first. It was only revealed to him once we arrived at Kaladon for our trials and he was... well, sort of recused for already having the gift the rest of us sought." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"I know it's all rather absurd when I say it aloud. But who knows how much of it was contrived by fate and how much by Solunarian intelligence? Maybe it was no coincidence at all that they decided to produce that particular play shortly after I joined the repertory company of that specific theatre." On the matter of his past profession, he shrugged.
"Well, Finn still sings, at least. I have to cheer him all the harder, since he sings for both of us now. I suppose I can still trot out monologues at cocktail parties, but that can be off-putting. Ah well. I've now done things in real life that I used to play at on stage and it's certainly no less riveting going off-script and figuring it all out extemporaneously." He paused, pondering.
"I suppose we're both still in the theatre, though, aren't we? All this politicking. It may not be scripted, but it has all the trappings... The sets..." He gestured to their regal surroundings, "The costumes..." He gestured down at the glamorous robes he still donned from the party. "Even an audience, quite frequently." He pursed his lips,
"I should retire, soon. My mornings get earlier and earlier yet my nights never seem to match pace."
"My understanding is that they are connected to all members of their bloodline. They can connect with us... commune and see through our eyes, hear through our ears. When they ascended that was when Re'hyæans acquired that peculiar trait whereby parent and child share a telepathic bond. These tethers run deeper with the Founders. As far as I know, those who've been fully possessed by Them have come out of it with a Mark. Phocion didn't even notice his, at first. It was only revealed to him once we arrived at Kaladon for our trials and he was... well, sort of recused for already having the gift the rest of us sought." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"I know it's all rather absurd when I say it aloud. But who knows how much of it was contrived by fate and how much by Solunarian intelligence? Maybe it was no coincidence at all that they decided to produce that particular play shortly after I joined the repertory company of that specific theatre." On the matter of his past profession, he shrugged.
"Well, Finn still sings, at least. I have to cheer him all the harder, since he sings for both of us now. I suppose I can still trot out monologues at cocktail parties, but that can be off-putting. Ah well. I've now done things in real life that I used to play at on stage and it's certainly no less riveting going off-script and figuring it all out extemporaneously." He paused, pondering.
"I suppose we're both still in the theatre, though, aren't we? All this politicking. It may not be scripted, but it has all the trappings... The sets..." He gestured to their regal surroundings, "The costumes..." He gestured down at the glamorous robes he still donned from the party. "Even an audience, quite frequently." He pursed his lips,
"I should retire, soon. My mornings get earlier and earlier yet my nights never seem to match pace."
