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Two. I am impressed, my dear mundane. I did not think you would find the courage to follow through with it, and yet here we are, with two applications nearly finished.
Will it last, I wonder? I am not the first one you have backed out on, I know this. But are you truly so determined in this foolish endeavour? Will I suffer the same fate as the rest of them, to enjoy the few moments of structure and setting, only for your courage to fail and bring us once more to seclusion?
I do wonder.
Will it last, I wonder? I am not the first one you have backed out on, I know this. But are you truly so determined in this foolish endeavour? Will I suffer the same fate as the rest of them, to enjoy the few moments of structure and setting, only for your courage to fail and bring us once more to seclusion?
I do wonder.
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Most every creature is a dear one to the mother god, and a young one.
She removes her muzzle from being so close to him, pulling back to lick her chops and she sits next to him, tail wagging slightly from side to side and yet still on the floor.
It is contradictory, yes, and that reply is in the voice of a mature, kind, and ever patient being. She has seen many things happen, after all. But many beings are contradictory. Creatures would not be so wonderful if they were not, from mortal to god to animal to the spirits of the departed. There is no day without night, no fullness without hunger, and no hope without despair, after all.]