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Mitis responded with joy, pure and infectious. Morpheus did not attempt to fight the smile that crawled onto his maw, crinkling the corners of his eyes with shared bliss. And yet, though he smiled at her encouragingly, he could not help but notice how Kicheko did not join in the festivities.
He knew not what she meant of freedom, but he had some idea of it. After all, he had met princes and lost souls, and now there was this pair – obviously glad to be away from the life they had left behind. Considering the suspicion Kicheko wore like a second pelt, he was at least certain that their past life had not been a joyous one.
Hopefully this would prove different. An eternity of suffering was the worst sort of hell.
When the mortal male at last rejoined the conversation, it was with a hesitance that softened Morpheus’ gaze. Certainly, he was not one of the Dreamer’s – but until a Guide offered themselves up, he was as good as Morpheus’. And the Guide cared equally for all his mortals, adopted on a whim or not.
He answered Mitis first, because hers was the easier question and hers was filled with palpable excitement. It did his heart good to stoke her fires, lent some warmth to the icy chill that had settled in his heart with the acknowledgement of his own loneliness.
“Just being here will see your powers grow,” he answered. “Associating with the other mortals. Exploring these realms – you’ll slowly begin to feel your power make itself known. And in time, you will find yourself able to shape it and control it.”
In truth he was uncertain of when a wolf became something greater – a beast of divinity instead of flesh-and-blood. But he knew it would come naturally, without his assistance. And the journey was different for all.
As for Kicheko’s question: “Once you are a god, you shall not age. Mortal wounds will never kill you, though they may bruise and batter. You will recover rapidly, and whatever domain you preside over shall be yours in its entirety.”
He did not mention that a divine creature’s claws were of a crueler make than a mortal’s, could still rip the soul from the body of another god-being. It was better not to mention, and he kept his voice light as he gave the explanation he thought was best.
No, it was not the whole truth, but it could also not be called a lie. It was the carefully-chosen wisdom of a parent, the toughest bits to swallow removed until the children were older and wiser in turn. When they could handle the truth.
He knew not what she meant of freedom, but he had some idea of it. After all, he had met princes and lost souls, and now there was this pair – obviously glad to be away from the life they had left behind. Considering the suspicion Kicheko wore like a second pelt, he was at least certain that their past life had not been a joyous one.
Hopefully this would prove different. An eternity of suffering was the worst sort of hell.
When the mortal male at last rejoined the conversation, it was with a hesitance that softened Morpheus’ gaze. Certainly, he was not one of the Dreamer’s – but until a Guide offered themselves up, he was as good as Morpheus’. And the Guide cared equally for all his mortals, adopted on a whim or not.
He answered Mitis first, because hers was the easier question and hers was filled with palpable excitement. It did his heart good to stoke her fires, lent some warmth to the icy chill that had settled in his heart with the acknowledgement of his own loneliness.
“Just being here will see your powers grow,” he answered. “Associating with the other mortals. Exploring these realms – you’ll slowly begin to feel your power make itself known. And in time, you will find yourself able to shape it and control it.”
In truth he was uncertain of when a wolf became something greater – a beast of divinity instead of flesh-and-blood. But he knew it would come naturally, without his assistance. And the journey was different for all.
As for Kicheko’s question: “Once you are a god, you shall not age. Mortal wounds will never kill you, though they may bruise and batter. You will recover rapidly, and whatever domain you preside over shall be yours in its entirety.”
He did not mention that a divine creature’s claws were of a crueler make than a mortal’s, could still rip the soul from the body of another god-being. It was better not to mention, and he kept his voice light as he gave the explanation he thought was best.
No, it was not the whole truth, but it could also not be called a lie. It was the carefully-chosen wisdom of a parent, the toughest bits to swallow removed until the children were older and wiser in turn. When they could handle the truth.
