Seeds to Sow

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam watched Caiside rant and rave with a smile on his face that was almost patronising. He rarely got to feel above anyone, but...was Caiside really so simple? So egotistic? "M-maybe...you were a G-god in your world. But he...here you are not." He said slowly as if speaking to someone with no chance of understanding. "I...I c-can see why Frey w..wasn't pleased, if you c..came asking for Godhood." Looking down to his book he turned a page, then glanced back up to Caiside. "I don't th...think I can help you. With...with what you r-really want." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.