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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 25, 2012 22:48:56 GMT -5
She tilted her head curiously to one side.
"And what is your kind, sir? If you don't mind me asking."
It was intriguing; did he mean his tribe, perhaps? His religion? Or something else?
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Post by Castiel on Jan 26, 2012 0:23:15 GMT -5
Castiel didn't even consider telling a lie.
He knew it to be wise, from time to time, to keep his true nature from mortals... but now he didn't know what wisdom was, only that there seemed to be something here that compelled him to be truthful. It wasn't unlike what he'd experienced in the brotherhood in Heaven. A kinship, of sorts... compassion. Not something he was used to being at the receiving end of.
"I am a divine servant."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 26, 2012 0:31:11 GMT -5
Her eyes widened for a moment, and she struggled not to get overly excited at the admission. As she spoke to him, it didn't occur to her that he might not be a servant of who she thought of when someone mentioned the divine.
"I'd been hoping to find such a one! One who could lead me, and my Lady, to the God of Music."
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Post by Castiel on Jan 26, 2012 0:45:15 GMT -5
It didn't matter what their definitions of 'divine' were. Castiel knew Margrethe not to be wrong.
While smaller players than his Father, the 'old' gods were very real indeed. Sad stories, most of them, no longer able to live off the worship that once sustained them many had taken to darker paths, stealing life from mortals in their many different ways. Others, however, existed alongside his Lord as other divine entities that served as and represented Gods in their own religions.
"There is such a god, yes, though I serve another."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 26, 2012 12:11:39 GMT -5
Get yourself under control, Margrethe. It doesn't mean he as a direct line to the God's ear.
She took a deep breath.
"I...no, it's foolish of me to ask, but I don't suppose you've heard anything from him?"
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Post by Castiel on Jan 26, 2012 16:16:05 GMT -5
Taking her rather most likely incarnation of the god into account, Castiel thought for a moment. " Bragi is now more usually found among the poets than the musicians. He will need worship to sustain him, or at least something that can pass for it, so a place where many of them convene would be likely." If only his own plight was as easily solved. God wasn't in Heaven... but they had no idea of any other possible place for Him to be.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 26, 2012 17:08:27 GMT -5
She clasped her hands together.
"I'd been hoping to find such a place, but the only places I've discovered are ones like this."
She gestured at the expansive interior of Notre Dame.
"This place is lovely, but it is not where my gods live."
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Post by Castiel on Jan 26, 2012 18:49:44 GMT -5
"I don't think anyone lives here anymore," Castiel stated with a sadness that belied the simplicity of the statement itself.
The church... Heaven... all the places where one should experience the warmth stemming from the presence of his Father were now only empty husks and if anything did filled them it was a chilling cold that made one feel like an intruder in what had once been their own home.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 27, 2012 1:07:35 GMT -5
Margrethe glanced around the interior, her expression turning sad.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope it will change."
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Post by Castiel on Jan 29, 2012 16:45:50 GMT -5
"As do I."
Castiel fell silent again. The angel wasn't used to thinking for himself, much less considering others, so his thought process was a bit of a lengthy one. In the end, though, he decided that standing here would achieve very little indeed.
"If you wish, we could venture to seek out a place where poets convene. Together."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 30, 2012 11:12:13 GMT -5
She waited during the pause, having a lot of patience as that is what follower must have, among many other qualities. When he made his suggestion, she smiled.
"I would appreciate that. Perhaps working with someone else can help it along."
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Post by Castiel on Jan 31, 2012 1:16:44 GMT -5
"Then let us do so."
After all, it beat standing here, just soaking up the feeling of emptiness and depression the cathedral brought him.
"I am not entirely familiar with human customs, but I do believe poets are generally found in places that they consider inspiring, along with it providing the opportunity for them to write."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 31, 2012 12:17:39 GMT -5
She nodded.
"I know in my land, the poets found inspiration in many things--in nature herself, or the great deeds of warriors, or the gods. Sometimes even the wondrous things we ourselves could create."
She brightened.
"Ah! Perhaps places like this one? Great structures can be inspiring, can't they?"
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Post by Castiel on Jan 31, 2012 12:47:15 GMT -5
Castiel actually felt a smile tug at his lips. He could agree with the poets there... his Father's creation was a wondrous thing of beauty indeed. It was a shame so many seemed to have lost the ability to appreciate that.
"Humanity does have a history of seeking out such things for inspiration," he replied, nodding. "Perhaps some are to be found at the nearby cafés? Those would provide ample opportunity for them to write."
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 1, 2012 10:32:14 GMT -5
She nodded.
"Yes. I heard from someone who said Bo...Bo-hee-mee-ans had lots of poets." Some of the words she'd heard while living here were still unfamiliar to her, and took some getting used.
"In a place called...em...Mon-march?"
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