Two hours of writing, 4,400 new words, to 10,100 manuscript total so far. This will almost certainly be overlength, but then, all my first drafts are.
“Do you dream with Endurance in Seliu?”
He gave me an odd look. “There are no words, I am already telling you.”
Somehow this became very important to me. “But where are you in dreams? In a field under our hot sun?” My father’s paddies. “Or on the cold streets of this northern city?”
Almost helplessly, he replied, “I am with the god.”
Having come far too close to Blackblood for the comfort of any sane person, and been called by the Lily Goddess, I could take his meaning. Gods happened in a place where the everyday world was an incidental detail. As if one could see and hear everything. Which, while possible for the divine, was very difficult for the merely human. As an ant might view the world seen from a person’s eyes.
“I understand,” I told him.