[She has never seen the desert. She has never even seen a beach. All this sand... As he seems to curiously run his fingers through the snow... She seems to use the tip of a hoof to nudge the flowing sand before stepping on it. ... Warm. Perhaps hot.]
It wasn't unmade.
[That response is quick as a lash, and just as stinging. She refuses to believe that's true. There's not a single bit of proof other than the Regent, now that Yima woman, claiming so. And what could unmake a world? Not even in the tale of the gods did they unmake, not on that scale. It was their homes as much as their worshipers.
... A demi-god, fine. She can accept they could trap a demi-god. As for the demon...]
As if a demon could do the same. [A whole world? Hah-] No. That thing took my eye.
[Her grudge against him, what had gotten him killed... was far more petty than the fate of an entire world. But to an archer... perhaps it was world enough. And she's still not satisfied... not after the dryad had undone his death.]
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It wasn't unmade.
[That response is quick as a lash, and just as stinging. She refuses to believe that's true. There's not a single bit of proof other than the Regent, now that Yima woman, claiming so. And what could unmake a world? Not even in the tale of the gods did they unmake, not on that scale. It was their homes as much as their worshipers.
... A demi-god, fine. She can accept they could trap a demi-god. As for the demon...]
As if a demon could do the same. [A whole world? Hah-] No. That thing took my eye.
[Her grudge against him, what had gotten him killed... was far more petty than the fate of an entire world. But to an archer... perhaps it was world enough. And she's still not satisfied... not after the dryad had undone his death.]