Can't help but love them

[aestrix]

Raezenoth has sent his manifested form to sleep. He doesn't need it to sleep, it could (and has) gone years and years without such, but sometimes it's nice to not have a body. To go back to how he was in the beginning - a whisper on the wind, a swirl of desert sands, the rustle of the sparse grass. All of his domain, instead of split and splintered and crammed into flesh for the convenience of having hands. Anywhere in it, instead of forced to move at his (admittedly considerable, for a god) top speed. He isn't sorry to have a manifested form, isn't sorry to walk among mortals and call them friend. But he is a god. He doesn't always have to have a body. So he doesn't.

He tidies up his domain. He finds people who need things, who want things, and slips in items that would let them get what they need, and then what they want, by their own power. He's very accustomed to this, he's had a lot of practice, but he tries to outdo himself every chance he gets. Tries to inspire his followers to a little bit more of that stubborn brilliance he loves in mortals so. Tries to help them improve. The mortals make the god, after all. It is the greatest irony, he thinks.

He is the wind, and the ground, and the water beneath it, and he is all of the little things that help people without snatching away their ability to help themselves. It's nice. Quiet. Soothing, after his recent near-mistake involving deleting slavery from existence.

He'll have a visitor soon. He'll wake his body up for that, it's bound to be interesting if nothing else.

Comments

[greatcomposure]

"We live mostly underground. It's not possible to go out comfortably on the surface without special equipment. That's one of the things I appreciate about the planet I live on now - it has an outdoors."

[aestrix]

"I think I would hate living only underground. I like the sky."

[greatcomposure]

"I like the sky too."

[aestrix]

She gets a friendly swirl of air around her for her trouble. It's cool and without sand. Refreshing, actually.

"I picked flight as my power for a number of reasons. Not the least of which being, as my acolyte likes to put it; 'I wanted to fly.' And it's true, I did."

[greatcomposure]

"It sounds like fun," Cordelia acknowledges.

[aestrix]

"It is." He demonstrates by floating off of the ground and ahead at walking speed. Then he lands neatly and resumes walking. "It was interesting, to fly with my manifested form for the first time. I still enjoy it. It's different than being the wind."

[greatcomposure]

"Yes, I imagine it would be. I've piloted flying vehicles, but I doubt that's the same thing either."

[aestrix]

"Probably. Though I haven't piloted flying vehicles." He tilts his head. "I might like to."

[greatcomposure]

"I'm sure that's something you could do if you visited our world. It would be more challenging, but not impossible, to bring one of those vehicles here - but you don't have the means to take care of them effectively, so it would only work for so long."

[aestrix]

"It seems a pity to create something that will let you fly only to let it fall into disrepair," says Raezenoth. "So I think I would prefer to do it while visiting."

[greatcomposure]

"It might also be possible to provide you with the means to take care of it effectively, but that would be a longer-term project by far and might require the cooperation of other people in your world."

[aestrix]

"I believe I would like that, as well."

[greatcomposure]

"I'll make a note of it when I get home."

[aestrix]

"Thank you." Walk, walk.

There is a town, up ahead. It is set into one of the larger sandstone outcroppings, with little pleasant buildings outside in the open. There are fountains, and lots of little plants, and the place has a neat, if eclectic, layout. It is rather cute.

[greatcomposure]

"Very nice."

[aestrix]

"I like it," he agrees. "Though I am likely not the one to compliment. I didn't build it."

[greatcomposure]

"No, but I'm sure you'd know who to pass my compliments on to."

[aestrix]

"Yes. I will inform them."

He passes along compliments, to multiple people.

"They are all very flattered. One is giggling in an adorable fashion."

[greatcomposure]

"How delightful."

[aestrix]

"Yes."

Town! Cordelia looks Obviously Foreign. She gets several curious looks, and one small child that asks, "Did you dye your hair?"

[greatcomposure]

Finding out what the small child said to her is worth the trivial amount of MP it takes to cast comprehend language.

"No," she says, Raezenoth being presumably capable of translating her answer. "It grew that way."

[aestrix]

Raezenoth is kind enough to translate her answer. In her voice.

"Nuh-uh!" says the small child. "That's not fair, I want red hair!"

[greatcomposure]

"I can't help you if you want it to grow that way, but if your ambitions are more modest I think you can achieve them someday."

[aestrix]

The small child eyes her suspiciously.

"Okay. Or maybe I should have blue hair, I bet no one has blue hair naturally." She looks at Raezenoth. "Do people have blue hair naturally?"

"I have never known mortals to have such, but the world is a large place and it is always possible. Gods, of course, may have whatever hair color they like."

The small child wrinkles her nose. "You have boring hair!"

"I apologize," says Raezenoth, amused. "But I will not be changing it."

"Aw."

[greatcomposure]

"Not everyone has to have interesting hair," says Cordelia. "Some people have other interesting qualities. Being very good at games, for example."