A dream may be many things; many of them closer to us than not.
[ Ranni covers her hand with her voluminous sleeve to pluck the dark plum off the tree, ensuring it does not touch her. Like this, she can feel magic trying to worm its way into her mind, but she can easily stave off its whispers. ]
It would not serve us well, to say this land is only one thing. Thy mind can become too rigid, too closed to see the whole of things.
[ He is a god of a place that very rarely hosts people; it makes sense why he is so unused to form and taste, then. So far, he has proven nice enough, but Ranni has lived a life of not trusting gods. She's hardly going to start now. ]
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many of them closer to us than not.
[ Ranni covers her hand with her voluminous sleeve to pluck the dark plum off the tree, ensuring it does not touch her. Like this, she can feel magic trying to worm its way into her mind, but she can easily stave off its whispers. ]
It would not serve us well,
to say this land is only one thing.
Thy mind can become too rigid,
too closed to see the whole of things.
[ He is a god of a place that very rarely hosts people; it makes sense why he is so unused to form and taste, then. So far, he has proven nice enough, but Ranni has lived a life of not trusting gods. She's hardly going to start now. ]