She laughed at his insistence that he would still be able to interpret her messages. "Then I will just send hints of what the words are and you'll be tasked with figuring them out and putting them in order." she said with a grin. Not that she ever would - unless she was terribly bored - but it was a funny thought imagining him puzzling over her letters.
"Being a demigod comes with its own burdens." she said softly. Like disappearing and losing the love of your life. But she wouldn't put that into words. He'd have to figure it out on his own. But as far as declaring a deity alignment for the Greatwood? She shook her head. "Not with Mathair here. She is woven into everything in the Greatwood, but she is not so high as the other gods. To do so may insult her though." she said, explaining her thought process.
"Being a demigod comes with its own burdens." she said softly. Like disappearing and losing the love of your life. But she wouldn't put that into words. He'd have to figure it out on his own. But as far as declaring a deity alignment for the Greatwood? She shook her head. "Not with Mathair here. She is woven into everything in the Greatwood, but she is not so high as the other gods. To do so may insult her though." she said, explaining her thought process.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
