and everybody's gotta breathe somehow
Alys was nothing if not stubborn, and she abhorred the idea of changing her stance more than the actual process of doing so. She pursed her lips as she considered Deimos's words, her eyes following a lizard that seemed to be staying just ahead of them, scurrying along the wall. "The Voice wasn't all of us," she muttered rebelliously. "But I understand." And she did, sort of. The thought that the gods could be just as perplexing as everyone else - and, therefore, just as unpredictable - did little to make her feel better. It had been easier to box them up into a "dislike" pile in the back of her mind.
Still, she would have to grow and evolve as she went through life, and perhaps it was time she reconsidered her relationship with the gods. They'd given Tal magical items, and Halo the means to survive, and she was sure they'd done things for other people she knew, too, so they couldn't be all bad. "It'll be strange to go back to the Grounds," she mused, accepting the project and moving on from conversation of the gods. "Efas herb, you said, yes?"
Still, she would have to grow and evolve as she went through life, and perhaps it was time she reconsidered her relationship with the gods. They'd given Tal magical items, and Halo the means to survive, and she was sure they'd done things for other people she knew, too, so they couldn't be all bad. "It'll be strange to go back to the Grounds," she mused, accepting the project and moving on from conversation of the gods. "Efas herb, you said, yes?"
ALYS
