- Pronoun
- He
"Oh, they didn't," Mhynt said with a rueful chuckle. "Mortals tend to suffer when disagreements of the gods escalate. If you ask me, the world is better without them. But that's neither here nor there."
She rubbed the top of her nose, thinking. "Mmm... Yes. I spoke with the gods. I wouldn't hold them in any high regard; they're similar to people in their physical forms, perhaps with some advanced instincts to run the world as it should for stability. I've been of the opinion that their presence was an indicator of a world unstable without direct intervention. A flawed world. Some agreed."
The Treecko made another gesture with her hand, but nothing happened. Sighing, she instead wet her hands and traced a finger along the sand, having to lean out of her bucket awkwardly to do so. She drew a shape--some kind of creature with huge, crescent moon wings and a head with a similar shape.
"There I am," she said. "An ascendant, you could say. I spoke with the gods because they were my peers. Though, on occasion, mortals could also seek us out."
She rubbed the top of her nose, thinking. "Mmm... Yes. I spoke with the gods. I wouldn't hold them in any high regard; they're similar to people in their physical forms, perhaps with some advanced instincts to run the world as it should for stability. I've been of the opinion that their presence was an indicator of a world unstable without direct intervention. A flawed world. Some agreed."
The Treecko made another gesture with her hand, but nothing happened. Sighing, she instead wet her hands and traced a finger along the sand, having to lean out of her bucket awkwardly to do so. She drew a shape--some kind of creature with huge, crescent moon wings and a head with a similar shape.
"There I am," she said. "An ascendant, you could say. I spoke with the gods because they were my peers. Though, on occasion, mortals could also seek us out."