[ Godsblood is nothing if not enduring. there are those who continue their merriment and routine despite the hushed sense of tension that's befallen all, stubbornly determined to pay the Regent and theirs no mind. or maybe it's simply a convenient excuse to climb further in the bottle for some; the return of Aions, the hand of the Regent coming for their far and off city once again... it is an ill portent for sure.
...Abel's eyes narrow as he picks up the sound of commotion as they pass a flower shop whose doors have been shuttered for the evening, and he gently rests his hand on Rand's shoulder to slow his pace. does he hear that--? ]
That's coming from outside the gate, isn't it?
[ his voice is low, even if they're still too far away to be overheard -- but someone shouts with a bitter spite in their voice, slurred by drink: "Cowards. Coward little shite, you won't 'ave the balls! All of you Achamites're the same!" ]
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...Abel's eyes narrow as he picks up the sound of commotion as they pass a flower shop whose doors have been shuttered for the evening, and he gently rests his hand on Rand's shoulder to slow his pace. does he hear that--? ]
That's coming from outside the gate, isn't it?
[ his voice is low, even if they're still too far away to be overheard -- but someone shouts with a bitter spite in their voice, slurred by drink: "Cowards. Coward little shite, you won't 'ave the balls! All of you Achamites're the same!" ]