"That happens." Frey commented lazily. "Monogamy is a bore anyways. Maybe a threesome would regain his interest." They added, shoulders shrugging casually against a cloud. Nearly as long as the god had known Phoebe there'd be some amount of male-dominated drama in her life. "Maybe you should try out women for a change." Frey added thoughtfully.
Listening, it was a good thing Phoebe could not see the god's face. Intentional, even. In an unthinkably fast instant, the god had rolled off of the cloud to appear before Phoebe. Their presence was monumental now; sexually prolific but now mountainous and striking as well. With hands firm and fast they grasped Phoebe's shoulder and placed a hand over her eyes, projecting a kaleidoscope of imagery into her mind.
Wolves, devouring a carcass. The ocean's relentless pounding overtaking a beach. A spider wrapping up and eating a fly. Cells swarming towards an infection and killing it. A shark eating a fish.
So on it went, natural instances of the phenomena Phoebe had witnessed: in all things, something stronger could over take something weaker. "What occurs in the ascended's blood is like what would happen in your own blood, if Rae poured more power into you, like the Voice did to the ascendeds." Frey explained, pulling back and turning so that Phoebe could not see their face.
"Their blood is made to keep them free of disease. Free of anything organically harmful."
The only similarity the god saw between the blight and the ascendeds was merely the strength of the cells and nothing more.
Listening, it was a good thing Phoebe could not see the god's face. Intentional, even. In an unthinkably fast instant, the god had rolled off of the cloud to appear before Phoebe. Their presence was monumental now; sexually prolific but now mountainous and striking as well. With hands firm and fast they grasped Phoebe's shoulder and placed a hand over her eyes, projecting a kaleidoscope of imagery into her mind.
Wolves, devouring a carcass. The ocean's relentless pounding overtaking a beach. A spider wrapping up and eating a fly. Cells swarming towards an infection and killing it. A shark eating a fish.
So on it went, natural instances of the phenomena Phoebe had witnessed: in all things, something stronger could over take something weaker. "What occurs in the ascended's blood is like what would happen in your own blood, if Rae poured more power into you, like the Voice did to the ascendeds." Frey explained, pulling back and turning so that Phoebe could not see their face.
"Their blood is made to keep them free of disease. Free of anything organically harmful."
The only similarity the god saw between the blight and the ascendeds was merely the strength of the cells and nothing more.
