[The tension around them has shifted, turning from previous casualness into something more tight and reserved. And like always, leave it to Whitey the Boar to pick up the subtle changes first before his master. Whitey had been sniffing on the grass and poking the dirt with his pink snout, perhaps in hopes of finding some hidden food and what not. And once the anger slips into Silco's words the pig reacts almost immediately, raising his head from the ground and letting out a nervous squeal. After that Whitey runs off, hiding somewhere in the bushes nearby as if fearing that something was going to happen.
Richard, in return, turned his attention briefly away from his practice to watch as Whitey disappeared behind the green leaves. Figures, he thinks to himself and turns his eyes back at Silco.]
I am not. The power of a king is measured by his people. They have power to take down those who they claim unworthy. [The irritation and displeasure were evident in Silco's voice and posture. Although Richard couldn't quite picture why. As far as he's concerned he's spoken no ill of those born into lesser ranks than what his own, having first hand experience in just how much power they possessed. At the end his ultimate opponent had been the hearts of peasants and his future subjects. If he could not make them believe that he was benevolent and just there would only had been another uprising as he sought to claim the throne.] And without God in this forsaken land I do not see much difference between us. We are all nothing but sinners.
[Richard had sinned, gravely so, and flown too close to the sun. Only to have his wings torn off and thrown into this unknown, bizarre land of purgatory. It's something he believed that bound him, Silco and everyone else present together.] Take it, whether you seek for my council or not. As a friendly advice from one that is interested to see how will you use that power to shape this land into your image.
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Date: 2024-06-25 01:24 am (UTC)Richard, in return, turned his attention briefly away from his practice to watch as Whitey disappeared behind the green leaves. Figures, he thinks to himself and turns his eyes back at Silco.]
I am not. The power of a king is measured by his people. They have power to take down those who they claim unworthy. [The irritation and displeasure were evident in Silco's voice and posture. Although Richard couldn't quite picture why. As far as he's concerned he's spoken no ill of those born into lesser ranks than what his own, having first hand experience in just how much power they possessed. At the end his ultimate opponent had been the hearts of peasants and his future subjects. If he could not make them believe that he was benevolent and just there would only had been another uprising as he sought to claim the throne.] And without God in this forsaken land I do not see much difference between us. We are all nothing but sinners.
[Richard had sinned, gravely so, and flown too close to the sun. Only to have his wings torn off and thrown into this unknown, bizarre land of purgatory. It's something he believed that bound him, Silco and everyone else present together.] Take it, whether you seek for my council or not. As a friendly advice from one that is interested to see how will you use that power to shape this land into your image.