Her nose wrinkled in confusion. He...didn't give anyone...anything? "That makes no sense." she said plainly, still trying to work it out in her head. Briefly, she wondered if this was how Oia felt when dealing with most people, the vague, idiosyncratic, and colloquial mannerisms of the general populous confounding a mind so rooted in pure dichotomies. Her heart ached briefly with empathy for her. All the more reason she should be mindful of her cousin's preferences and work to be as un-frustrating as possible. It didn't hurt her any to go out of her way for her, after all.
My father is Mort, God of Death." she said simply, tilting her head to the side as she considered him. "That he should let any be revived and allowed to live after entering his realm is a rare gift he is loathe to give. Why would he give you such a thing when he gave nothing in return to repair the disruption in the balance between life and death?"
My father is Mort, God of Death." she said simply, tilting her head to the side as she considered him. "That he should let any be revived and allowed to live after entering his realm is a rare gift he is loathe to give. Why would he give you such a thing when he gave nothing in return to repair the disruption in the balance between life and death?"
DELPHIA
