[Even here, gods are not a common occurrence. She met a half-god once. Back home, she only knew gods younger than her, that tore from her own body, that strung themselves up as constellations. Since, some of them had returned to her, but not all. It's with no effort that she senses what he is, and given that he wants to look on at imagery even she can't bear, she hangs back at a respectful distance, waits to approach.
It's only after he's rushed away, nearly knocked into someone else, that she rises to all four paws and follows.
We aren't impervious, are we, though many have come to think of our kind in this way, is a not-quite voice that moves through him, rather than making sound in the air. Sunlight reverberation in veins. An ancient form of communicating, before man invented words, before there was ever a use for them or giving things names. Fewer than few can "hear" her, but it's all she has in the way of communicating with those who can.]
(i hope this is okay!! her having a "voice," and only certain kinds of folks being able to understand her is a partial headcanon, so if you need anything cleared up, lmk! if it's unclear, it's more or less felt, and then they understand her.)
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It's only after he's rushed away, nearly knocked into someone else, that she rises to all four paws and follows.
We aren't impervious, are we, though many have come to think of our kind in this way, is a not-quite voice that moves through him, rather than making sound in the air. Sunlight reverberation in veins. An ancient form of communicating, before man invented words, before there was ever a use for them or giving things names. Fewer than few can "hear" her, but it's all she has in the way of communicating with those who can.]
(i hope this is okay!! her having a "voice," and only certain kinds of folks being able to understand her is a partial headcanon, so if you need anything cleared up, lmk! if it's unclear, it's more or less felt, and then they understand her.)