They? Ah, the people of the snow. "The last I was there, yes. That was some time ago," the longest since they've visited any Land as of yet, "so you must...allow me to..."
Monzun dips back, red pulsing reaching, reaching as they've only just recently (in godly terms) learned how, for all those little flickers of faith and hopes and prayers and hates drumming dripping humming dancing rippling all the way across the world back to them.
"...The land is full of life. The ones that worship me still, at least...although few from the snow do much anymore," they say.
Sweetheart Gestures once more. Look at this, Laetes, this impressive thing she can do: making more trees, and this particular tree much larger. See? See?
...And if she scoots the water over to dampen his tail, Monzun is a little too distracted right now to tell her off! Ha!
"There's a Village," they're preoccupied noticing. "I believe. Not mine. Where your Temple was? Is it yours?"
It occurs to them he might not be able to sense without Creeds. (Pieces of Creed? They still don't know the right name.) "I could look for you," they add, with much lower energy. The new freedom of travel is pleasing. Their enthusiasm for speeding ahead is not since killing several of their own people trying.
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Date: 2025-03-24 02:12 am (UTC)Monzun dips back, red pulsing reaching, reaching as they've only just recently (in godly terms) learned how, for all those little flickers of faith and hopes and prayers and hates drumming dripping humming dancing rippling all the way across the world back to them.
"...The land is full of life. The ones that worship me still, at least...although few from the snow do much anymore," they say.
Sweetheart Gestures once more. Look at this, Laetes, this impressive thing she can do: making more trees, and this particular tree much larger. See? See?
...And if she scoots the water over to dampen his tail, Monzun is a little too distracted right now to tell her off! Ha!
"There's a Village," they're preoccupied noticing. "I believe. Not mine. Where your Temple was? Is it yours?"
It occurs to them he might not be able to sense without Creeds. (Pieces of Creed? They still don't know the right name.) "I could look for you," they add, with much lower energy. The new freedom of travel is pleasing. Their enthusiasm for speeding ahead is not since killing several of their own people trying.