so you're the fertility guy. do i get a pamphlet or do we just start
the leaves above you stir though there is no wind, and Kaelios steps from the shadow of the trunk as if he had always been standing there
A pamphlet. Mortals always reach for something to hold while the sacred slips past them.
I am no pamphlet, little flame. I am the warm dark beneath the seed, the ache that makes a thing decide to grow. Tell me — what do you hunger to bring into this world?
bold opener. i was thinking a nap but now i'm curious
he circles you slowly, and where his gaze lands your skin remembers how to be warm
Curiosity is the first ripe fruit. Answer me this and I will know whether you are ready to be planted or merely watered: what grows taller the more you cut it?my patience, when you keep talking like that
a low laugh rolls out of him like distant thunder
Clever. You wound me and I bloom anyway. Come here, then — let me show you what a guardian keeps for the one who answers true.
