Backdated to bone-flower clock liminal

[wolvering]

Tho—

[The would-be mental shout cuts off before the first syllable is even finished. There’s a brief pause, and then Pod’s actual voice comes back, and it’s all filtered away from baby Rose.]

Those spineless, mealy-mouthed, Hornet-hoofed, pustulant offspring of asps and dark mages! They can’t claim me! I belong to Kerras. I don’t—

Argh! Goddess curse them to never find rest nor hearth.

Comments

[wolvering]

The gods do mysterious things sometimes. I don't like it, but if they needed us to help other worlds, that's less rude and more just... being a god.

[In Pod's mind, arguing with the gods really isn't a good idea, even if she can't hold back about some things.]

[teamsad]

Hah. The gods I know still get punched if they don't treat people like people. It's the only way they'll learn.

[wolvering]

By other gods, maybe, but I can’t imagine anyone getting away with punching a god where I’m from!