Shady

Ky’s eyes went wide. A decade in prison? She couldn’t imagine. Couldn’t imagine Gaius… she disliked the fact that she almost could imagine Gaius doing that. What would he have ...

(Yay! Also lol I feel like we are witnessing the closest thing Ky is capable of having to a villain arc haha) “Oh…” Ky nodded. It sounded horrifying to get ...

Ky cringed sympathetically. But she wasn’t sure she agreed — which was a horrifying thought to her. To think child abuse was ever okay. But, fuck, if the gods thought ...

Ky’s eyebrows rose. She hadn’t heard that part of the story. “… he disciplined Michael—“ It still felt like a dirty word to say his name. “Appropriately?”

(Haha) “Oh, wow.” Ky involuntarily flexed her right hand, imagining a sword splitting it wide open. Imagining losing almost all use of it altogether for the rest of her life. ...

“Ooh, that’s interesting,” Ky said, genuinely interested. Writing with your non dominant hand was incredibly difficult. Aleth had forced her to learn after she’d broken her hand fighting with

“Please do!” Ky said with a grin. Tangents tended to be more interesting than baseline conversation anyhow.

“Are you able to tell much about a person from their handwriting?”

People in this Keep were officially insane. Us floating around up in the sky. Mind readers eavesdropping on the dreams of the gods. Believing in gods in the first place. ...

Ky nodded. “… I still don’t quite understand how it’s possible to know more than that.”

“I’m sure.” Ky nodded. “Have the colors changed over time, or were more just added as additional disciplines were collected?”

“Oh, interesting,” Ky murmured. “So you all get to leave your mark here, permanently.”

Ky nodded once, decisive, then grinned and added, “then circling back to the diaries afterward.”

Ky nodded, making a mental note of that as well. “So Elise and Yra, right? The people I should seek out next?”

Ky blushed and dipped her head, unable to handle compliments from anyone, but beaming at the praise. “You’re too kind.” Ky hesitated. “That’d be red, right? For fiction?”