Ranni's gaze dips to the sacred seal on Anastasia's belt, and though she makes no visible expression, the chill in the mist drops a few more degrees.
If devotion to the Two Fingers is the direction that this Tarnished chooses... well, she may still be of use, but as a blind bull of destruction aimed at those that Ranni needs dead, and not a willing friend. But Ranni has precious few friends these days, so it would not come as a surprise.
"I do not mind a mess," Ranni hums, a subtle note of amusement in her voice. "As long as the mess serves a purpose."
She regards Anastasia thoughtfully over the flicker of grace, watching the way the faint beacon lights up the lines and crevices of her armor. The face of her helm is blank tarnished steel, pitted and scarred, a soldier's armor. She says she doesn't know what she's doing, but there's more purpose in the line of her shoulders, in how she's carrying herself.
With a flicker of chill blue fireflies, Ranni summons her own chair, and sits. "Then, perhaps, you could tell me what you have done," she says, and there's an uncommon gentleness in her voice. "And what you plan to do from here. Perhaps we might divine some goal together."
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If devotion to the Two Fingers is the direction that this Tarnished chooses... well, she may still be of use, but as a blind bull of destruction aimed at those that Ranni needs dead, and not a willing friend. But Ranni has precious few friends these days, so it would not come as a surprise.
"I do not mind a mess," Ranni hums, a subtle note of amusement in her voice. "As long as the mess serves a purpose."
She regards Anastasia thoughtfully over the flicker of grace, watching the way the faint beacon lights up the lines and crevices of her armor. The face of her helm is blank tarnished steel, pitted and scarred, a soldier's armor. She says she doesn't know what she's doing, but there's more purpose in the line of her shoulders, in how she's carrying herself.
With a flicker of chill blue fireflies, Ranni summons her own chair, and sits. "Then, perhaps, you could tell me what you have done," she says, and there's an uncommon gentleness in her voice. "And what you plan to do from here. Perhaps we might divine some goal together."