Syrena

let the water take me

She doesn’t think twice about any lack of praise or whatever. Instead, she simply listens, glad to have said the appropriate things, to be getting the information she needs. Isopia simply dives into the answer, which is just fine with the seal-gray mare anyway. There’s a pause on customs, the word said with an emphasis not on the others. Syrena, like always, doesn’t think twice about this. About the fact that perhaps it is all rather gaudy. Isn’t being a God somewhat gaudy, really? Everywhere you walk the earth blooms, or night falls, or whatever happens when they want it to. Being a God is showmanship, just as life is showmanship. Something Syrena still struggles to master, though she should be better at it. Being a siren was showmanship as well, and that, at least, she had been skilled at. But what was the point of luring people to her when she could do nothing but talk at them?

See, there’s no good answer to that. So nothing. The answer is there is no damn point. Except she has to live, and so she does, and that’s that.

Syrena continues to listen, truthfully not thinking it much of a blessing or a curse should Isopia or Ranjiri comes when she calls the Earth God or not. Either they could hear him speak directly, or she could report back. Though she does, in some small corner of her brain, appreciate that Isopia is a least letting her have a purpose here. Because her life is, otherwise, without purpose. She is nothing, now. Just a plain, boring mortal stuck doing plain, boring jobs. Though at least as far as Gods go, this was wasn’t terrible.

This time, she does not bother with thanking the Mountain that Knows though. She’s said thank you more than she is remotely comfortable with already, and even if it wouldn’t fall on deaf ears, she’s simply out of thank you’s for now. Instead she nods, an indication that she’s heard the information and understands it. “Yes. Are there things you would like to see from the crafters? I might as well put that magic to use. Smaller items, for members of the herd? Or larger things we can work on together?” She is thinking of the Earth God’s instructions to them, to learn to their new ranks, to be great without his assistance. Not that their magic wasn’t his assistance, in a way, but still. The herd, despite all the changes, felt quiet. And if nothing else, she would do what she could to change that.

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