Weaver went on to mention that she’d probably run into a Helovian god at some point or another - a bit of a change in pace from the Wildwood, where you couldn’t walk ten feet without tripping over two old gods and a wildling or three, but she’d left to escape divinity, not go running back to it. Her comment about the mortal emotions of the gods made some small, ugly part of her twitch. They were like her father’s gods, then. There was probably nothing wrong with that, because she knew how much her mother had come to hate him as time dragged on, and hateful individuals could rarely tell the truth of things, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that it was wrong, unfair, biased. She shook it off, reminding herself that she hadn’t left home to contemplate the nature of divinity.
Weaver extended an invitation to visit the Basin, and Eve broke into a broad, giddy grin. ”Yes, please,” She answered as soon as the offer left the other mare’s mouth, voice practically quivering. There was a whole world waiting for her, or whatever the expression was, and Eve could hardly wait to experience it.
@Weaver <3