Miro x Imanhee x Naome

At dinner that evening Miro looks over to Naome.  "I have a question for you good elder."  Miro says as he pours her a glass of tea.  He looks about at Synovia and Imanhee and smiles.  Just between himself and her he smiles and whisper.  "They are smitten with each other even if either are too proud to admit it."

Naomee fingers some beads around her neck and looks at her teacup. "They are young. They healthy. The seed of love is fostered in such places and at such a time." She reaches out to her cup and rotates it. "However, there is much more to love than youth and health."

Miro smiles as he recalls his own youth.  "Sometimes yes.  But often times there isn't a farmer alive who can predict its demands and is often taken back by its resiliance."  Miro finishes pouring her tea and looks back to her.  "You know we are leaving soon.  To return to our hom in sandpoint.  Synovia has enjoyed Imanhee's company and I will be honest it is nice to have another closer to my age to speak with."  He says quietly to her as he pours his own cup.  

"Ah, your size belies your age for human eyes," she nods and sips from her cup. She exhales deeply and sets the cup back down. "Times have not been as safe or as peaceful of late," she begins. "You must take extra care on your travels; the nights are darker and the dangers more deadly. Do you have all you need for your return trip?"

Through sips of his own tea Miro speaks. "Such is the way of time.  Just as there is a night for every day so too is there times of trouble for every time of peace.  I have gathered that you and your son are run a ways much like myself and judging from his build and scarring I would say he was a warrior of sport so what of you then?  What tortures have you escaped?" Miro says as he peers over his cup.

Naomee considers Miro carefully then shrugs. "I do little dabble of this and little dabble of that." Her brown eyes, milky around the edges with age regard him sharply. "I do not dabble near as much as one such as yourself so my work is of no interest to you, my friend, it must be true."

Miro smiles at Naomee impishly.  He takes a long pull of his tea and then set the cup to the table.  "You and I both know you do more than dabble,  Desna would not have allowed you in the circle were that not the case.  And Nethys would not have allowed you past the barrier on the room if you had not been worthy.  And as far as my interests they stem alittle deeper than your magics maam.  You see I find myself in a delima and it is one that I have to date not gotten much help with.  And so it seems I must look further than the good father Zantus's guidance.  I seek to know more of Desna and not the superfical spill that any layman can recite but know her truely.  I have offered her my hand without actually knowing what it was I offered in the service of helping my friend.  So now having already cast the die I seek to know more about she who has taken such an interest in me." "Beyond that you speak of dangers outside of town but I can't help but notice that Magnimar is far from safe either.  What would you think of joining us in Sandpoint.  Helping me to learn of Desna as a foreigner would and helping to foster your sons affections for my ..."Sister"."

Naomee feigns shock. "You dare to say you know what the gods will? Maybe Desna new you were in over you head. Maybe Nethys was interested in the conflicting magics swirling about the room," a hand waving a lazy circle in the air as she speaks. "One thing I am for certain is that you're little green friend has come afoul of some dark, dark spirits." She frowns. "Though he has come to another side of it...I am not certain he is out of the quicksand."

Miro shrugs in a mock fashion playing with her charade.  "I say you know more than you let on wise one and I agree.  With what breif glimses I got he is in battle with his own soul and as such I fear there is nothing I can do but protect him with what divine power I can muster.  When I came to sandpoint I was of one goal.  Gather the strength Nethys required of me, gain my immortality, and then rip Osirian peice by peice until its one big crater of glass.  Then me and my friends stood against and destroyed an agent of lamashtu but in that I almost lost a friend until I beseeched all the heavens to return him to us.  In a flash many answered but only a few seemed to hold what I offered.  Now I am in a struggle between from what I can tell atleast a few.  Last night I decided to test the waters I tread and beseeched another favor and from what I can tell it worked atleast somewhat.  Now I fear I know not the sharks with which I swim and so I intend to know the powers I meddle in."   Miro shakes his head and sighs heavily.  "For that I need to know more about all the gods in play and while I love Zantus, he is very biased and I must seek a stronger truth."

Naomee is quiet at this. She fingers her beads and looks into the bottom of her nearly empty cup. She is quiet for long moments, her only sounds her breathing and an occasional dry cough. Finally, she blinks slow and long as though tired and puts her hands on the table. "Nethys could help you destroy Osirion. Desna would not. Nethys might also lead you to other magics, just as destructive. Desna never would..." She taps the table. "Desna would beg you to bring the world together, not rip it apart... Nethys would not care either way, I think." She puts up a finger at this to punctuate her intention to not speak too much for the gods. "Desna would lead you to explore unknown roads and what you should do with what you learn would be your choice, though I believe she expect you to to do good things... Nethys...would not care either way... I think. "So to me....a mere mortal with more years behind than ahead of her...I would ask. Does Miro wish to destroy, to amass power and to live an eternity watching friends come and go but his power never waning?" She shrugs. "Does Miro, perhaps, wish to draw all roads to one place and back out again like a web wrapped around a sphere? Does he wish to explore every path for its promise, watching friends come and go, yet the promise of life never waning?" Again she shrugs. "Imahnee and I have chosen Desna. Our families are slaves in Osirion who cannot walk free and so we walk free for them..." She nods sadly. "That is why we chose her - it is good enough for us..." She points at Miro. "In the end, you must choose what is good enough for you ..."

Miro looks to the trio as they enter.  He smiles at Bobole and his confusion.  After shaking his head abit he returns his focus to Naome and his eyes narrow.  "I think it goes deeper than that.  It must for if it is only based on the decisions of us mortals then why be there at all.  It is true that there was a time when revenge was the only emotion left in my soul but now there are stronger feelings in my soul.  Pride and love for my family,  ambitions for my new found home, but more than that curiousity.  I am a man who seeks to know as much as I can.  There was a time where I thought this .... journy could only be helped by Nethys, but now Desna and many others show me that his all seeing eye may not reveal to me as much as I once thought.  But I must understand the costs of these new revelations......"   Miro goes silent for a time as if in the absence of sound he would be able to hear what it is he seeks.  "For now though good elda look to your sons countinance... perhaps a change of scenery will do us all good."  Miro says lost in his own thoughts and in his own world.