I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
Phoebe blinked in surprise at Frey's revelation. Vi had come to them to help with the roses and blight? "But...isn't Vi the god of life? Can't he just...make flowers whenever he wants?" she asked, head tilting slightly. Though she caught herself in a moment of ignorance and quickly admitted to it. "Though...I don't know terribly much about Vi, Rae, or Mort so...I guess it isn't terribly surprising that I'm uncertain where one's abilities or domain start and anothers end." she said, furrowing her brow. Now that she thought of it, the delineation between Vi and Rae seemed confusing. Vi was life but...nature was too. Her mind fumbled a bit, still sluggish from the remaining effects of the blight as it began to take hold.
Pim's tail flicked as Frey elaborated, his head tilting nearly cutely to the side, in a similar fashion to Phoebe's own mannerism when confused. "Why happysad? What happysad do?" the dragonling asked. Feelings, for Pim, after all, were more about survival than about some deep, intellectual concept of being. Fear was a warning that things were not right or dangerous and survival was at stake, which led to anger that fueled destructive force. Hunger and tiredness and discomfort were warnings of weakness of or threat to the body, requiring action to survive as well. Happiness was a result of security in one's survival, and sadness or frustration resulted when that security was compromised. What purpose did happysad serve humans? What need was being met or lost?
Frankly, Pim didn't quite understand what creatures like humans had to be so upset about all the time. There were so many of them, and they had plenty of food and shelter and a plethora of mates, that even their squishy, fleshy selves weren't at any great threat from anything most of the time.
But when Frey mentioned a blue-eyed boy, Phoebe's brown-eyes blinked in confusion. Blue-eyed boy? She tried to think who that might be, considering who she had seen recently...Sunjata's were rather grey, but she supposed they could be considered blue. Loren's were certainly blue... "Who do you mean? Jata or Loren?" she asked in confusion, wanting to clarify. "What advice did you give them."
Pim's tail flicked as Frey elaborated, his head tilting nearly cutely to the side, in a similar fashion to Phoebe's own mannerism when confused. "Why happysad? What happysad do?" the dragonling asked. Feelings, for Pim, after all, were more about survival than about some deep, intellectual concept of being. Fear was a warning that things were not right or dangerous and survival was at stake, which led to anger that fueled destructive force. Hunger and tiredness and discomfort were warnings of weakness of or threat to the body, requiring action to survive as well. Happiness was a result of security in one's survival, and sadness or frustration resulted when that security was compromised. What purpose did happysad serve humans? What need was being met or lost?
Frankly, Pim didn't quite understand what creatures like humans had to be so upset about all the time. There were so many of them, and they had plenty of food and shelter and a plethora of mates, that even their squishy, fleshy selves weren't at any great threat from anything most of the time.
But when Frey mentioned a blue-eyed boy, Phoebe's brown-eyes blinked in confusion. Blue-eyed boy? She tried to think who that might be, considering who she had seen recently...Sunjata's were rather grey, but she supposed they could be considered blue. Loren's were certainly blue... "Who do you mean? Jata or Loren?" she asked in confusion, wanting to clarify. "What advice did you give them."
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