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[northling]

Yes. I am a water priestess. [Her, water, same deal!]

[feistro]

Still ain't a lake or an ocean.

[northling]

Am I a river or spring? I will be insulted if you call me a puddle. [She's teasing him now, and tugs on his hand, hoping the chatter will help. Besides, the water will protect his eyes, if he's not too frightened to open them.]

[feistro]

[He takes a few more steps; it's easier when his mind isn't on all the sounds and smells around them.]

Not a river, or spring, or puddle. You're Northly, my...

[Oh, that word is still hard sometimes. He tries again.]

My friend. A person.

[northling]

[She giggles.] You are the first person to ever consider me such. [A person.]

[feistro]

[Pom slows, cracking an eye open. He knows he's not the first friend she's had, which leaves only one option.]

I've been there. I know how it is.

[His tone is apologetic.]

[northling]

[She rubs her cheek on his.] It is different here. [Though she suspects that it was different to what Pom went through. People treat gods very differently to animals.]

[feistro]

[Oh, she got close quick. He closes his eyes as she rubs against him, taking in the sensation of her skin against his scruff.]

I guess so. Probably helps that in coming here, we were given some kind of a clean slate. No one knowing who or what we were before.

[Except for themselves, of course. No one may know who Pom is, but that doesn't absolve him of his own guilt.]

[northling]

Also I did not have my magic when I arrived. I was ordinary. [She presses a kiss to his cheek before bouncing away, tugging on his hand once again.]

[feistro]

Yeah. I remember.

[He lets her lead him, a monster leashed by what should be prey. That's not a comforting thought.]

Kind of liked you that way, honestly. Magic is... hn.

[northling]

[She puts on a mock pout, posing affront.] You would have me without water and without magic? What else would you have me without?

[feistro]

[Too bad he can't see that pout because his eyes are closed again - either that, or he's pretending not to see it. He's not telling which.]

Nothing. I'd rather just have you as you. Not what you can do.