C-- calm down, Lu Meng! [ She pleads, waving a hand and passing a glace behind her. Thankfully no one else has entered the restaurant just yet. ] I won't die.
[ Okay, he's upset. Upset because he's worried. She can understand that. But what she needs him to do is not worry-- at least not worry enough to yell at her.
Then it occurs to her: he doesn't know, he doesn't know that she's a living god. Nevermind that other humans of her world have easily traversed space one way or another, possibly with their own power and blessings, but Sanae's traveling is different in the sense that she doesn't need to think about protection from the vacuum of space. And not because wind is the easiest element for her to manipulate, either. It's because of who she is. As she often forgets-- and forgets to tell-- is that she is a god.
So at the end of these thoughts comes a troubled, hesitant expression. She wonders how he'll react. She wonders if he'll be angry with her further, for not being a typical, imposing or awesome god, let alone not telling him sooner. ] I... am a god.
[ She replies quietly, reaching for her water. How she wishes it were wine, because she thinks she might need some. Alas, she would not use a miracle to turn water into wine unless someone else asked for it. ]
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[ Okay, he's upset. Upset because he's worried. She can understand that. But what she needs him to do is not worry-- at least not worry enough to yell at her.
Then it occurs to her: he doesn't know, he doesn't know that she's a living god. Nevermind that other humans of her world have easily traversed space one way or another, possibly with their own power and blessings, but Sanae's traveling is different in the sense that she doesn't need to think about protection from the vacuum of space. And not because wind is the easiest element for her to manipulate, either. It's because of who she is. As she often forgets-- and forgets to tell-- is that she is a god.
So at the end of these thoughts comes a troubled, hesitant expression. She wonders how he'll react. She wonders if he'll be angry with her further, for not being a typical, imposing or awesome god, let alone not telling him sooner. ] I... am a god.
[ She replies quietly, reaching for her water. How she wishes it were wine, because she thinks she might need some. Alas, she would not use a miracle to turn water into wine unless someone else asked for it. ]