"You are wondering why I am offering you help, so freely?" Ranni hums. "An understandable question."
She brings her hands together, two pairs, finger steepled before her in a thoughtful pose. Despite the porcelain stillness of her face, there's an amused little glimmer in the glow of her eye, and the spirit's shadow mirroring her almost seems to smile.
"I was entrusted to do so by Torrent's former master, and Torrent is ever so wise in who they chooseth to trust. You may think of me as a messenger, Tarnished, and not much more." It would suit Ranni quite well if this Tarnished never thought of her again, in fact, though she suspects it may not be that easy. "If I were to be honest, I might admit to an element of curiosity in mineself. A Tarnished returneth to the Lands Between; one who has no knowledge of magic, or mythology, or might."
She blinks; a slow, decisive motion, hair tumbling over her shoulder as she tilts her head. Motes of dust creak off of the wide brim of her hat.
"There is not much that is new in these lands. What is here has grown stagnant, stuck in its own stale cycles. You are new, Tarnished. That is enough to grant thineself a measure of... kindness."
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She brings her hands together, two pairs, finger steepled before her in a thoughtful pose. Despite the porcelain stillness of her face, there's an amused little glimmer in the glow of her eye, and the spirit's shadow mirroring her almost seems to smile.
"I was entrusted to do so by Torrent's former master, and Torrent is ever so wise in who they chooseth to trust. You may think of me as a messenger, Tarnished, and not much more." It would suit Ranni quite well if this Tarnished never thought of her again, in fact, though she suspects it may not be that easy. "If I were to be honest, I might admit to an element of curiosity in mineself. A Tarnished returneth to the Lands Between; one who has no knowledge of magic, or mythology, or might."
She blinks; a slow, decisive motion, hair tumbling over her shoulder as she tilts her head. Motes of dust creak off of the wide brim of her hat.
"There is not much that is new in these lands. What is here has grown stagnant, stuck in its own stale cycles. You are new, Tarnished. That is enough to grant thineself a measure of... kindness."