Seeds to Sow

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Caiside spat yet more abuse at him and Sam watched with only the barest of flinches, the raised voice still triggering something in him that told him to run. But he had control here. He was a member of the Guildhall beneath and the one with more knowledge on the subject being discussed. "Non...none of the G-Gods are just going to g-give you power, you know." He pointed out, rest his chin on his hand and looking up at Caiside sideways. "You w-will need to a..ask nicely, and d-do something for them." Or at least, that had always been Sam's experience; not that he had ever asked for power, but no one ever got anything from the Gods for free. Another deity? Sam considered. "...Well...I d-don't think The Voice would...t..talk to you. Safrin or Lu-Ludo might, but I don't...I don't think they'll just g-give you what you want. You need to ask n-nicely." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.