You even claim gods as your own? The hubris of a dragon knows no bounds.
[His humour is dry, as always, but also somewhat forced. He doesn't approach immediately, eyeing the outstretched hand with an air of mistrust. How is he supposed to feel about having become entangled with a creature akin to Ahamkara? Nothing good, he thinks. But what is he supposed to do about it now?
He needs the contact. So he steps in closer and seats himself at Aodh's feet, back to the parapet and shoulder against Aodh's thigh. Close, but not too close.]
The greenery is nice. It reminds me of... [Home?] Of where I live, here. Choso — my other imprint — he's filled the whole house with plants and flowers. And the garden, of course. He worked very hard on it.
as his outstretched hand goes ignored, aodh lowers his gaze down to the exo, who has chosen to take a seat at his feet instead. what an amusingly subservient position. he drops his hand, resting his arm atop his thigh. ]
[Unintentionally subservient, and perhaps more vulnerable than he might have liked, with his back to Aodh. But the distance is the important thing. Not falling into Aodh's arms like a lovesick puppy is the important thing. Even if he has to debase himself a little to maintain that distance.]
He has. It suits him, I think. He's... gentle.
[Gentle, but not weak. So why does Felwinter feel like he needs to protect him?]
I only know of one god with a plant soul. You share this space with Set? Or are there more gods I have yet to meet?
Yes, with Set. I know of no other godling here except for him.
[ are there other gods around then? ]
He invited me to share this rooftop with him when I had first arrived. [ and he had accepted it because it was far better than living in that cramp little room at the valentia. ] Are you well-acquainted with mine godling?
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[His humour is dry, as always, but also somewhat forced. He doesn't approach immediately, eyeing the outstretched hand with an air of mistrust. How is he supposed to feel about having become entangled with a creature akin to Ahamkara? Nothing good, he thinks. But what is he supposed to do about it now?
He needs the contact. So he steps in closer and seats himself at Aodh's feet, back to the parapet and shoulder against Aodh's thigh. Close, but not too close.]
The greenery is nice. It reminds me of... [Home?] Of where I live, here. Choso — my other imprint — he's filled the whole house with plants and flowers. And the garden, of course. He worked very hard on it.
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hisa truth?as his outstretched hand goes ignored, aodh lowers his gaze down to the exo, who has chosen to take a seat at his feet instead. what an amusingly subservient position. he drops his hand, resting his arm atop his thigh. ]
Has he too been gifted with a plant's soul?
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He has. It suits him, I think. He's... gentle.
[Gentle, but not weak. So why does Felwinter feel like he needs to protect him?]
I only know of one god with a plant soul. You share this space with Set? Or are there more gods I have yet to meet?
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[ are there other gods around then? ]
He invited me to share this rooftop with him when I had first arrived. [ and he had accepted it because it was far better than living in that cramp little room at the valentia. ] Are you well-acquainted with mine godling?