[ A sorcerer? A god? By the way Akua speaks of him, Set assumes he is to believe that this man was some manner of mortal who gained enough power to ascend to divinity. Goodness, some pantheons just let anybody through the door, didn't they? Only those of divine lineage were capable of such things among his family, in Set's experience; even Akua, who he did not doubt the might of, would never have had an ascendency ceremony to welcome her into the realm of the Ennead. No one born of mortal flesh would have the ability to hone a perfect mind or body, and thus could never conceptualize what it meant to be a literal force of nature.
At least, he is not rudely exposing these experiences to her. There are different lands after all, let alone different worlds, and he has always had a heart that sought out new experiences, new ways of being, new sights and knowledge. He knows that the Ennead does things one way, and that Akua's realm does it another. It is simple to conclude that all things are possible, and for him to hunger for more information -- more, that he can tuck away for another time.
He folds his hands against the ground, observing the way she plucks at the body of the trident - examining it with her abilities, utilizing her skill and knowledge. The red of his eyes betrays so much of that hunger in him, raking over the pretty arch of her wrists and palms, unblinkingly fixated upon her motions. He wants to see into the core of her, peel her open and find what power she speaks of. ]
Had you not been drawn into this conflict, would you have become a god, Akua?
[ Was it pure strength, or ambition, that would have pushed her to that rich, divine edge? ]
And what you are doing now, to the trident -- what is it? Do you only perform such feats on inanimate objects, or does it apply to living things, as well? Is it taxing, to use your skills? Do you tire, do you require particular nourishment to recharge?
[ The questions are feverish. Fiery and focused, rattled off ravenously. ]
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[ A sorcerer? A god? By the way Akua speaks of him, Set assumes he is to believe that this man was some manner of mortal who gained enough power to ascend to divinity. Goodness, some pantheons just let anybody through the door, didn't they? Only those of divine lineage were capable of such things among his family, in Set's experience; even Akua, who he did not doubt the might of, would never have had an ascendency ceremony to welcome her into the realm of the Ennead. No one born of mortal flesh would have the ability to hone a perfect mind or body, and thus could never conceptualize what it meant to be a literal force of nature.
At least, he is not rudely exposing these experiences to her. There are different lands after all, let alone different worlds, and he has always had a heart that sought out new experiences, new ways of being, new sights and knowledge. He knows that the Ennead does things one way, and that Akua's realm does it another. It is simple to conclude that all things are possible, and for him to hunger for more information -- more, that he can tuck away for another time.
He folds his hands against the ground, observing the way she plucks at the body of the trident - examining it with her abilities, utilizing her skill and knowledge. The red of his eyes betrays so much of that hunger in him, raking over the pretty arch of her wrists and palms, unblinkingly fixated upon her motions. He wants to see into the core of her, peel her open and find what power she speaks of. ]
Had you not been drawn into this conflict, would you have become a god, Akua?
[ Was it pure strength, or ambition, that would have pushed her to that rich, divine edge? ]
And what you are doing now, to the trident -- what is it? Do you only perform such feats on inanimate objects, or does it apply to living things, as well? Is it taxing, to use your skills? Do you tire, do you require particular nourishment to recharge?
[ The questions are feverish. Fiery and focused, rattled off ravenously. ]