( Hwylryn listens with interest in this foreign tradition that has been offered to him. It is strange to consider the worship of gods in relation to himself - he, who has been worshiped as a god in passing, as an avatar of the skies and ocean; he, who is of nature's weave. He supposes it is of human nature to look to the aspects of all things and bargain with it for safety and strength.
But he had not considered that there is something that could be learned from the principles of worship. Several thousand years of living, and he realizes now he had simply shrugged much of it off as a human oddity.
The idea of change as something inevitable and grand - something to find awe in, than to simply know as truth. He seems to consider this perspective. )
... That sounds fun. ( Hwylryn back at it with the simplified vocabulary. But he likes it when life is simple. ) The landscape of the earth and sea change pretty often. The same places I've known will be gone after just a few years, whether it's thanks to the elements, or because of the creatures within it.
( It's hard to gauge what "a few years" is to Hwylryn, but the point mostly stands. He makes a sound - with his vocal chords proper; it's deep and resonates like a piano played - thoughtful. )
... I wonder when I began to think of myself as static. I'm an element of nature, too.
( It is not so much a triumphant declaration so much as a statement of contemplation. It's not strange that he has - the world changes so quickly, and he's felt left behind; so slow to change that it seemed to him he's not changed at all, anchored by grief, anchored by isolation.
Hmmm. )
Do you wish for change, too?
( He knows Siffrin isn't fully happy with the way things are - or were - at least, back home. He doesn't know what he's missed of them in the graveyard, and conversations since their return. But it doesn't sound like Siffrin ascribes to this particular ideology, either. )
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But he had not considered that there is something that could be learned from the principles of worship. Several thousand years of living, and he realizes now he had simply shrugged much of it off as a human oddity.
The idea of change as something inevitable and grand - something to find awe in, than to simply know as truth. He seems to consider this perspective. )
... That sounds fun. ( Hwylryn back at it with the simplified vocabulary. But he likes it when life is simple. ) The landscape of the earth and sea change pretty often. The same places I've known will be gone after just a few years, whether it's thanks to the elements, or because of the creatures within it.
( It's hard to gauge what "a few years" is to Hwylryn, but the point mostly stands. He makes a sound - with his vocal chords proper; it's deep and resonates like a piano played - thoughtful. )
... I wonder when I began to think of myself as static. I'm an element of nature, too.
( It is not so much a triumphant declaration so much as a statement of contemplation. It's not strange that he has - the world changes so quickly, and he's felt left behind; so slow to change that it seemed to him he's not changed at all, anchored by grief, anchored by isolation.
Hmmm. )
Do you wish for change, too?
( He knows Siffrin isn't fully happy with the way things are - or were - at least, back home. He doesn't know what he's missed of them in the graveyard, and conversations since their return. But it doesn't sound like Siffrin ascribes to this particular ideology, either. )