Post by Deleted on May 16, 2021 1:22:32 GMT -7
Stan was a little amused with the certainty of Cashel's statement on his own ability to hold his liquor. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, or just somewhere in between. It made him wonder why his old friend had such a high tolerance, although the most logical options involved drinking his guilt away or alternatively drinking his pain away. Stan personally found the second to be more likely from what he knew and saw of the man here. He'd transformed while he was away from home and he bore the many markings of an art form not too common amongst druids. The ink that crawled under his skin established him as much an outsider in their community as his mark did. It almost seemed as though Cashel had separated himself from the druid community as much as they had forced him out due to his actions. But Stan felt doubt in his soul as to the truth of the situation. He'd seek out a peaceful and quiet place later to meditate on this and seek guidance from the earth mother. He saw no signs that she had rejected him, as the animals around still happily sang from their nests. His targets were void of life and he'd allowed him to approach. No, there had to be something there that still had the favour of the earthmother and he found it his duty as both friend and priest to offer what he could to his friend.
So as Cashel said there was no point Stan merely shrugged. "Perhaps not, but there are always two sides to any story and while your brother might not be capable of sharing his, I don't believe you even got the opportunity to share yours. The birds near us still sing in the tree branches even though you no doubt could slay them at will with the accuracy of your knives. It seems that nature itself does not see you as a blemish or a mainlander. The birds still recognise you as a druid, no matter what marks rest on your skin. If all the point you see is returning home it might be useless, but there is more you can get from sharing than just a path home. Not to mention that I perhaps, can help open a path for you when I've heard your story. Investigate and see if I can find anything left behind that can attest to your story." The murder itself, Stan figured, would not be up for debate, but the circumstances might indeed give a different perspective. Stan doubted it was enough to bring his friend home but at the very least he hoped his mind would clear of some of the stupor that caused his alcohol tolerance. Perhaps there was more to salvage than either of them realised but nothing could happen if Cashel kept his side secret. Not that Stan would ever force him to speak on it. There was no use to that, no point. It had to be his choice, or his words were ring true far too loudly.
@cashel
So as Cashel said there was no point Stan merely shrugged. "Perhaps not, but there are always two sides to any story and while your brother might not be capable of sharing his, I don't believe you even got the opportunity to share yours. The birds near us still sing in the tree branches even though you no doubt could slay them at will with the accuracy of your knives. It seems that nature itself does not see you as a blemish or a mainlander. The birds still recognise you as a druid, no matter what marks rest on your skin. If all the point you see is returning home it might be useless, but there is more you can get from sharing than just a path home. Not to mention that I perhaps, can help open a path for you when I've heard your story. Investigate and see if I can find anything left behind that can attest to your story." The murder itself, Stan figured, would not be up for debate, but the circumstances might indeed give a different perspective. Stan doubted it was enough to bring his friend home but at the very least he hoped his mind would clear of some of the stupor that caused his alcohol tolerance. Perhaps there was more to salvage than either of them realised but nothing could happen if Cashel kept his side secret. Not that Stan would ever force him to speak on it. There was no use to that, no point. It had to be his choice, or his words were ring true far too loudly.
@cashel