His words resonate within me, as he confirms that no Outlander chooses to come through the portal - they are taken, brought here by the whim of these curiously powerful beings the locals call gods. I wonder - do the gods refer to themselves as gods?
Perhaps the time for me to investigate these gods myself was nearing a lot faster than I originally anticipated. I nodded at Deimos' words, solemnity and understanding rising within me, no doubt vibrating through the bond that links all attuned.
Though I missed my home, I did my best to live in the present, rather than let my thoughts linger in the past, a place that no longer exists, at least not in the capacity that I knew it, that I still had access to. Past Chulane was gone, a memory, striving for a dream that no longer existed, on a world I longer had access to. And so I was motivated to move on, to let go - never to forget, no, I would treasure and cherish the memories forevermore - but I would not let it hold me back.
I had to recognise the circumstances I was in as the gift they were - I had been given the opportunity of adventure, of magic and wonder that few from my world could even imagine.
He questions me again, and I respond with a shake of my head - a very human gesture expressed on a feline body. "No, I hope to learn more about them before intentionally seeking one out." I explain my hesitation, my concern, that I might better prepare myself for a meeting with entities that wield such power, that demand such respect, and offerings.
"What advice would you give to your past self, approaching a shrine for the first time?" I ask, head tilting in anticipation of a response.
Perhaps the time for me to investigate these gods myself was nearing a lot faster than I originally anticipated. I nodded at Deimos' words, solemnity and understanding rising within me, no doubt vibrating through the bond that links all attuned.
Though I missed my home, I did my best to live in the present, rather than let my thoughts linger in the past, a place that no longer exists, at least not in the capacity that I knew it, that I still had access to. Past Chulane was gone, a memory, striving for a dream that no longer existed, on a world I longer had access to. And so I was motivated to move on, to let go - never to forget, no, I would treasure and cherish the memories forevermore - but I would not let it hold me back.
I had to recognise the circumstances I was in as the gift they were - I had been given the opportunity of adventure, of magic and wonder that few from my world could even imagine.
He questions me again, and I respond with a shake of my head - a very human gesture expressed on a feline body. "No, I hope to learn more about them before intentionally seeking one out." I explain my hesitation, my concern, that I might better prepare myself for a meeting with entities that wield such power, that demand such respect, and offerings.
"What advice would you give to your past self, approaching a shrine for the first time?" I ask, head tilting in anticipation of a response.
Chulane
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