At Einmal, pending at Singularity.

[sorcerous]

Must you?

Yes; I have borne a monster. This does not mean that every child I have will be a monster, nor that you may twist such a thing into a menagerie of possible children.

Sloths? A half-boy, half-scorpion? A golden eagle? A litter of momongas? And a girl-sorcerer with too much mind and too little heart.

As for the rest: patience, if you will. Keep your focus to the faith healer, to the admiral, to the telepath. I tire.

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[sorcerous]

A gift that is not to be squandered. I am not a factory.

[sinsparrow]

Do you have some intention of breaking free from her influence?

Otherwise you'll be a factory if she likes it. So let her have her fun, because they are the gods here, and they are fickle, and it could be worse.

[sorcerous]

And who are you to speak to me so?

[sinsparrow]

Rank is meaningless in this little limbo.

Otherwise, no, I'd hardly dare. [ somewhere between bitter and frank ] I'm fallen from Heaven; what could I possibly know?

[sorcerous]

You are no Valkyrie, no Shield-Maiden. What, then --

Ah, I see.

An angel.

[sinsparrow]

[ a small smile -- more like a twist to her lips, actually ]
I am flattered that a god would still call me an angel. Even if you are not my god.

As angels go, I am not very impressive, after all. A human body will do that, to one of us.

[sorcerous]

And what would you have instead? Would you covet a sparrow's wings?

[sinsparrow]

A sparrow's wings I have, or close enough. But I am not a sparrow, and though I can find the little birds beautiful, they also remind me of what I have lost.

They know what they are meant to be, and that is not a luxury I am granted.

I don't know if that is a notion you can understand.