[God Quest] that's the story to tell

Safrin She looks towards Sunjata, and then to the bone around his neck. "You think a bit of bone would serve to placate Ludo? That it would be enough to channel it?" Her tone suggested that no, it wouldn't. Metaphors held no water with her textile-based counterpart. Next, Amalia tries. "Did Deimos die when he came to see me to gain the strength of the animal world? Did Sunjata?" Her head tilts, her eyes looking almost leonine now as she stares through to the core of the onyx-eyed baker. In this moment she honestly can't tell if Amalia believes in her words, of change as a sort of death, or if she is merely grasping at straws so as not to fail again. "Seeds." She repeats, turning to Deimos with a brow slightly cocked. "Unless you would like my reading of your mind to become a regular occurence (and oh, the things she might find) I invite you to elaborate on that."