The Pinnacle
01-07-2018, 03:27 PM
You've barely landed and voiced your question when it is answered—“They’re explaining the possibility of having herds without a god to rule them,” says the interestingly gold-and-black-and-white mare. You suppose coming the land route had some advantages, like hearing the conversation before you dropped in on it like a bomb, but as the hot and heavy heat settles against your sweaty body like a blanket, you decide it wouldn't be worth giving up your wings for. You already miss the cooling touch of the higher altitudes.
"Oh," you simply state in response, not quite blurting it out, but almost; it's evident by the way your gaze spaces out that you're thinking, digesting. Not because it is a startling concept, but because it shows that other side of the coin again. Someone, somewhere in this gathering, believed you needed gods to back up your herd—what? You come from a godless land, where deities were nothing but myths and stories travelers brought with them. You worshiped the wind and the rain and the thunder, but you did not believe them to be sentient beings. Your kin ruled by the grace of their wisdom and experience, just like your warriors won their battles by their prowess and skill. The divine has nothing to do with ruling, and this is what you're mulling over—the idea that a land exists where things are not like that.
Kiada, the victim of your snowball, introduces herself, followed by the mare you'd been watching. Aurelia. And the gray unicorn having trudged up the path is introduced, by the massive mare, as Rixen. You figure it's your turn. "I'm Waker," you state, your mind still going too fast. Gods? Like, real gods? You've seen Kisamoa, but he's not a god, is he? .. is he? You shudder slightly as you remember the way his body kept on shifting, as if it couldn't settle for a single shape to hold. Powerful, yes, but a god?
But the conversation isn't going to wait for you, so, you snap to, noticing another of the massive inhabitants lurking on the edges. You offer the dragon-like creature a quick smile before settling in to listen. It seems the theological debate about whether or not to call yourselves a herd has been dropped in favor of the logistics.
And you learn of a place called Helovia, where Otem presumably came from.
"I think," you begin, gently inserting yourself into the conversation after Otem has finished suggesting you keep some sort of constant fire around, "we have two options. Either we decide a set interval of days between our meetings, or we do what Otem suggested, or something similar. It's just, this place is so vast.. would you see the smoke from the other side?" You tilt your head to the side. You barely notice that you've jumped head-first into this. It's just a problem that needs solving.
"Oh," you simply state in response, not quite blurting it out, but almost; it's evident by the way your gaze spaces out that you're thinking, digesting. Not because it is a startling concept, but because it shows that other side of the coin again. Someone, somewhere in this gathering, believed you needed gods to back up your herd—what? You come from a godless land, where deities were nothing but myths and stories travelers brought with them. You worshiped the wind and the rain and the thunder, but you did not believe them to be sentient beings. Your kin ruled by the grace of their wisdom and experience, just like your warriors won their battles by their prowess and skill. The divine has nothing to do with ruling, and this is what you're mulling over—the idea that a land exists where things are not like that.
Kiada, the victim of your snowball, introduces herself, followed by the mare you'd been watching. Aurelia. And the gray unicorn having trudged up the path is introduced, by the massive mare, as Rixen. You figure it's your turn. "I'm Waker," you state, your mind still going too fast. Gods? Like, real gods? You've seen Kisamoa, but he's not a god, is he? .. is he? You shudder slightly as you remember the way his body kept on shifting, as if it couldn't settle for a single shape to hold. Powerful, yes, but a god?
But the conversation isn't going to wait for you, so, you snap to, noticing another of the massive inhabitants lurking on the edges. You offer the dragon-like creature a quick smile before settling in to listen. It seems the theological debate about whether or not to call yourselves a herd has been dropped in favor of the logistics.
And you learn of a place called Helovia, where Otem presumably came from.
"I think," you begin, gently inserting yourself into the conversation after Otem has finished suggesting you keep some sort of constant fire around, "we have two options. Either we decide a set interval of days between our meetings, or we do what Otem suggested, or something similar. It's just, this place is so vast.. would you see the smoke from the other side?" You tilt your head to the side. You barely notice that you've jumped head-first into this. It's just a problem that needs solving.
