That idea gives Myr brief pause. It's not that he doesn't agree with it wholly, even if he is rueing his own discretions of the past night, but more the source of it. (Thus the "danger" of him associating with Lahabrea that his Bonded had pegged right off, he supposes: He can find common ground with anyone and everyone, and be glad to meet them on it.)
"The vegetable," comes the affirmation. "I've not found a plant for growing soup bones yet, more's the pity." ...Though if they WERE marrow bones that grew on a plant, wouldn't they also be vegetable rather than meat?
That's one to ponder later.
"Having created the Fade, the Maker then made His firstborn, the spirits--as mutable as the realm they dwelt in, with the will to shape it. Then He made for Himself a Golden City within the Fade and retired to it, to see what His children would make for themselves."
Other Thedosian creation stories had their own way of explaining the spirits, the Fade, and the City residing within it; they had to, of course, in the same way they had to have something to explain the waking world. Though, of course, where Myr's concerned, those are the just so stories and this is the real one. Or close to it, anyway.
"But the spirits proved quickly unable to make anything of their own: Their creations only mirrored what the Maker already had wrought, echoing the songs and sights of His Golden City. 'And the Voice of the Maker shook the Fade, saying: "In My image I have wrought My firstborn. You have been given dominion over all that exists. By your will all things are done. Yet you do nothing. The realm I have given you is formless, ever-changing."
i think in this case it's the demons....
"The vegetable," comes the affirmation. "I've not found a plant for growing soup bones yet, more's the pity." ...Though if they WERE marrow bones that grew on a plant, wouldn't they also be vegetable rather than meat?
That's one to ponder later.
"Having created the Fade, the Maker then made His firstborn, the spirits--as mutable as the realm they dwelt in, with the will to shape it. Then He made for Himself a Golden City within the Fade and retired to it, to see what His children would make for themselves."
Other Thedosian creation stories had their own way of explaining the spirits, the Fade, and the City residing within it; they had to, of course, in the same way they had to have something to explain the waking world. Though, of course, where Myr's concerned, those are the just so stories and this is the real one. Or close to it, anyway.
"But the spirits proved quickly unable to make anything of their own: Their creations only mirrored what the Maker already had wrought, echoing the songs and sights of His Golden City. 'And the Voice of the Maker shook the Fade, saying: "In My image I have wrought My firstborn. You have been given dominion over all that exists. By your will all things are done. Yet you do nothing. The realm I have given you is formless, ever-changing."
"'And He knew He had wrought amiss.'"