[He wonders what's that about, that slight moment where those wings lower, the dazed look in Aspen's eyes at the sight of the first flame.
He does grab a container with liquid (tea, really) and pours it over the embers of the lavender. The herb hisses, the smoke flaring further still and wafting higher. No need to leave an open fire unattended.
With a slight mutter in the name of his birthright, he thanks Lady Tykhe for her wisdom.] I don't, or at least, not me personally. But it's hard for people to stop worshipping their gods even in death, even when those leave them to others to rule them. I heard that the goddess of luck doesn't like it when you don't leave her incense or a herb. [A shrug.] I figured it wouldn't hurt, that's all.
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He does grab a container with liquid (tea, really) and pours it over the embers of the lavender. The herb hisses, the smoke flaring further still and wafting higher. No need to leave an open fire unattended.
With a slight mutter in the name of his birthright, he thanks Lady Tykhe for her wisdom.] I don't, or at least, not me personally. But it's hard for people to stop worshipping their gods even in death, even when those leave them to others to rule them. I heard that the goddess of luck doesn't like it when you don't leave her incense or a herb. [A shrug.] I figured it wouldn't hurt, that's all.