but this hunger, it isn't you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster So they have a covenant. Lovely. Goddess only knows what she’s gotten herself into, but the Wraith likes to think of it as a challenge. Something else to overcome, another deity to have a semi-functional relationship with, if all goes well. “It’s a shame we didn’t know about you, you might have had more followers in the Ascended,” she replies with a faint smile. Eirachi’s domain is uniquely suited for her brethren, perhaps more so than any other season is, when it comes to them being superior to their human coutnerparts. “Are their other seasonal Gods? And are you independent of the Old ones?” If there are, would that put Longheat’s deity in Torchline, which from a purely surface analysis of its name, seems like it might align itself with fire and heat? “Do you know where I can find mageglass?”