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The ageless hybrid could practically feel her fear for a moment, and in a slightly sadistic way, this pleased him. To be feared was akin to being loved, and it was being revered, so the God of the Sun gained pleasure from Kahlua's brief and fleeting terror. But, as all mortals were subject to the passing of time, so, too, did the Sunshower's fear slide by - replaced by an idealism and hope that made him pity her.
Why did mortals have such faith in themselves? They were pathetic, weak little creatures who barely eked out occasionally meaningful existences, always mired in pain and hardship punctuated by flashes of happiness and respite. The Sun God supposed that it was a testament to their stubborn wills that they continued to exist and reproduce, and find fulfillment in the brevity and harshness of their living. It was only this musing that saved Kahlua from being singed by his cynical side that scoffed at her naivete.
He looked down his nose at the painted mare, listening to her words with cruel amusement. "And if this were true, you would find something else to hate each other for - it is your nature to be petty," he rumbled with irritation, sighing at her begging. Kahlua truly believed she could accomplish this impossible task, and the pity again crept into his fiery heart. She would fail, if only because of the fallible and base nature of her mortal race. She would fail because of the inability of peaceful coexistence between those who were different. She would fail because the idea of power over another would always be too tempting for some.
But who was he to save her from this pain and disappointment that she wanted so desperately to gallop headlong into? The most thoroughly learned lessons were ones learned in pain. He had made his decision.
"Go and speak to four others in this land: two equines and two unicorns. Find one of each that is racist, and one of each that is not. Discover why they are the way they are, and why they believe they are right. If you still think it is possible to rid this place of conflict afterwards, return to my shrine and I will gift you what you beg for," the God of the Sun dictated, turning away from Kahlua then. He paused, and inclined his head in her direction once more. "I would step back."
A column of flame roared to life around him and seemingly consumed the fire god in an instant, leaving nothing but scorched earth where he once stood. He would see if this would not dissuade the foolish mare from her foolish quest, but fools were just that, and he expected her return to his shrine with certainty.
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Your Quest: Kahlua is to speak to two racist characters (one equine and unicorn), and two non-racist characters (one equine and unicorn) to discover their reasons and motivations for being how they are.
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