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[ The more time they spend together, the more Lana realizes that there's a sweetness to Gilia. The sort of bright, hopeful sweetness that you don't exactly find often on Lana's world. Every so often, you'll find a cheerful optimist. Miles' friend Kamala was like that. But there was a hard edge to Kamala, too. She could fight battles and kick ass when she needed to.

Lana wonders if Gilia has an edge like that, too. ]

Alright, cool. I'll just wait here.

[ She walks to the water's edge, and that too - another song. But where the first one had been a pure high note, this one is something deep, a tremble at the lower pitch. Her hands curving, twisting at the water's edge as if she were pulling a rope up from the water's itself. A ship's mooring line that had to drawn up with an anchor.

That another ribbon of water follows it. Bringing it up and up so she has the same amount of water she had sent away into it. That ripples not with the wind or the movement, but in time with the echoes of Gilia's voice itself. Before she feeds it back into the water's phial at her side.

And like that, it is done. She clears her throat, as if to swallow all of it down again. The strangeness. The oddness. Before she turns back to Lana. ]

I am finished now. Is there anything else you'd like to do?

[ It's fascinating to watch, Gilia manipulating the water like that. Lana's seen a lot of weird shit, but she's never seen something like this before. Gilia must be some kind of mutant, Lana figures. Or something similar. Inhuman, maybe, like Kamala? But she won't even bother bringing up either of those terms, because Gilia probably has never heard them before and the only thing that will achieve is Lana offending her. Which she doesn't want to do, she realizes, because she's starting to think of Gilia as a friend. And fuck knows, she could use a friend here. ]

Uh... Let's just... keep walking?

[ She's still kind of stunned by the whole water display. After they've stepped a few yards away from the lake's edge, Lana will broach the subject. ]

So, have you always been able to do that? With the water, I mean.

[ Gilia nods, pressing her lips together a moment as she gets her water back to her control and shakes herself a little to settle back to a form, for a second, a little more settled. ]

Yes. I have always. That is the gift of someone from an established family. My parents gave me to the Sea-Father when I was three days old, and I have been this way always.

[ Okay. Lana's trying to give Gilia the benefit of the doubt and not say that that all sounds culty as fuck. ]

So, this Sea-Father. Is he like... your god?

Yes, I suppose you could think of it like that.

[ Why do people always think nobility and magic are like cults.......

.... wait don't answer that. ]

[ Stop acting culty and people will stop thinking you're in a cult! ]

Well, how would you describe it, then?

[There is something like teasing in her face as oh so mildly she responds:] A Father. The Father of the Sea. A Sea-Father, if you prefer.

[ No, she's definitely smiling.] But more technically he is what we call a Great Spirit. There are many kinds, you see. There are spirits for rocks and bushes and fields. Expressions of the world all around us. Some change and grow, become bigger or smaller with time.

... A Great Spirit is the core of something. They are usually old, very old. The Sea-Father is the beginning of all life. The very depths of the Sea, where there is no light, no plants, nothing but the creatures that evolved in the very beginning before life as we know it. He is the essence of those depths, and all that live in it.

[ Yeah... Most of that goes over Lana's head. But she definitely gets the gist that it's something sort of spiritual, or at least worship-based. ]

Are there other Great Spirits, besides the Sea-Father?

Yes. There are the Shadow Dragons, the Fire-Consort, and the Western Mountains.

[ Whoops. Lana can't help but laugh a bit. ]

What the ever loving fuck is a Shadow Dragon? That sounds like some shit from a nerd book ike Lord of the Rings or something.

[ For once, Gilia frowns, a little - well. ]

Please do not speak of them in such a way, they are one of the most revered spirits. We go on long pilgrimage to see them and to see their flight at dawn and dusk.

Right, sorry...

[ She stifles the laughter and clears her throat, trying to take things more seriously. ]

So, like... Are they legit actually dragons? Like with wings and scales and sharp teeth and shit?

[ She is mollified enough by the apology, to continue it seems, and there she nods, carrying on. ]

Yes, that is them. There are three of them.

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