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[seaboard]

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. ]

[bombshelled]

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

Well, how would you describe it, then?

[seaboard]

[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.

[bombshelled]

[ 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?

[seaboard]

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

[bombshelled]

[ 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.

[seaboard]

[ 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.

[bombshelled]

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?

[seaboard]

[ 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.