Not even Faith, the Champion of the Immortal of Souls knew where they went when they were released to the Beyond. That was in a sense comforting, and yet in another sense terrifying. Still, Woe hadn’t sincerely expected that she would have all the answers, only that she might have some clue. But he was learning that Faith didn’t indulge in guessing games.
Woe listened to her speak of his aunts, to whom she was devoted. Although he acknowledged she must have had some bias, Woe nodded along. It fit the general attitude toward both, although sometimes Famula was regarded with more controversy than others. ”I know of Lisirra, having fought her forces during the Etzos war. Nobody had heard from her since, so I suppose she must either be dead…” Woe didn’t finish that thought, but moved onto Audrae, ”As for Audrae, her daughters held me captive in Augiery for a time. So I’ve had some meager connection to all of my mother’s sisters, in one way or another.”
Then their topic of conversation moved onto more palatable topics, such as that of the Order. Woe had to admit he was still excited to be a part of it. This was in part what motivated him to seek out Faith, and discuss the rumor that had prompted his and Natalia’s visit there.
When asked what trims he might pursue, Woe had given it some thought and was able to answer almost immediately, ”I’ve considered Brown and Silver. Also White, but I’ll need to overcome my black thumb before I can really start on that. I’m not the best at gardening, but I’ve learned to craft some simple medicines.”
Woe wasn’t too surprised at her question that she asked next, as it seemed only natural one would want a fresh perspective of the Order. Especially for one who’d occupied its top position for some time. ”It makes sense to me, the hierarchy. I’ve always felt drawn to easily identifiable ranks, and command structures. I don’t know why, those sorts of things always held my fascination. What might make things better? Perhaps widening our branches to include things that positively impact society. Such as Architecture, building up cities, and healing civilizational scars and hurts, not just personal ones.” Woe didn’t know how she’d take that suggestion. It was often enough to heal people on an individual level, and not just focus on the broader picture. But that was how Woe saw things.
