Perhaps it was too bold a question, an assumption made that any who have dwelt here long enough find themselves following the gods, worshipping them, devoting their lives to them in the hope that these more powerful beings would protect them from the dark and terrible things I have heard also exist in this world. But maybe I was bringing my assumptions from the religious zealots that exist in some places on Earth, those who pray to an invisible being who has never actually been proved to exist, praying and worshipping and hoping that he will protect them from the horrible things that humans do to each other.
Maybe I am too sceptical, too much of a scientist, desiring proof and evidence, wanting theories to be tested following good clean processes and protocols - I knew magic existed here, though I maintained it to simply be something I had no other explanation for yet, and I held a similar opinion of the gods, though I am yet to meet one directly.
"Safrin," I echo, a simple confirmation that I had heard his words, and was mulling over their complete impact: Which god was responsible for attuning me? It was a question I was yet to pose, and one I suddenly yearned an answer to. I didn't ask it of Deimos, of course, but I was likely unable to hide all of the curiosities that swelled within me just at his words, all of the questions I did not even know I needed to ask, all of the answers I was yet to hear and understand.
"How long have you been attuned?" I pose, ears twitching, eyes imploring him to continue the conversation, a quiet gratitude and delight growing as my thirst for knowledge is slowly offered some relief.
Maybe I am too sceptical, too much of a scientist, desiring proof and evidence, wanting theories to be tested following good clean processes and protocols - I knew magic existed here, though I maintained it to simply be something I had no other explanation for yet, and I held a similar opinion of the gods, though I am yet to meet one directly.
"Safrin," I echo, a simple confirmation that I had heard his words, and was mulling over their complete impact: Which god was responsible for attuning me? It was a question I was yet to pose, and one I suddenly yearned an answer to. I didn't ask it of Deimos, of course, but I was likely unable to hide all of the curiosities that swelled within me just at his words, all of the questions I did not even know I needed to ask, all of the answers I was yet to hear and understand.
"How long have you been attuned?" I pose, ears twitching, eyes imploring him to continue the conversation, a quiet gratitude and delight growing as my thirst for knowledge is slowly offered some relief.
Chulane
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