Zitravgrad wrote:"Salutations, Caller. My name is Felix Andreyevich Zhavaropov, and I am a writer of cosmic horror and psychological thriller. Well, if you ask anyone else you know from Zitravgrad, I am also a former Minister of Culture and a Revolutionary soldier. But that does not matter much."
"You must have heard the lore of the Divine Providence... I collect eldritch lores and mythologies, and rack my brain day and night trying to organize them. Hence, it comes to my interest that your people worship such being called Sky-Mother. Now, I am not going to proclaim which gods are true or false, since I have seen hints of several."
"It is not uncommon for deities to prefer particular groups of people. So, what is the most profound experience that you yourself have had? In other words, when was the closest you came to seeing or hearing your deity? What was the most prominent sign of their existence that you have personally witnessed? The winds and the clouds can be seen or heard by anyone, Caller, but do you see or hear more than your people do? You are their leader, after all."
"I can see that this lore also keeps the creation of the world and universe vague. Many lores do that -- explaining this topic is too big. Even the lores of the Chronoros or the Divine Providence just brush it off as "it happened". So... what are the roles of other things in the sky? The sun, the moon, the stars? What does your people's lore make of them?"
"That is probably all for now. Thank you very much for your time and help. My job is done here today."
"Ps. I literally do not know how I should treat a certain goddess, whom you know and keep pushing me towards her. If I knew how to treat women, I would have been married."
Felix Andreyevich Zhavaropov
Author and Advisor, Former Minister of Culture
"Oh, I know you! You're the one that Ili- oh, wait, I shouldn't talk about that, I suppose. Well, let it not be said that I'm not one to deal with newcomers. Greetings to you.
As to your first question, well... our faith doesn't really... do that. She is everywhere, and nowhere; I suppose she is embodied in even you and me. In that sense I see her every moment of every day. But I have never seen Her, you understand; the Mother Herself does not appear to mortals and never will. One cannot appear to oneself. But I think I have seen her servants. I... I was eight or so, and we had been forced to move our camp to flee a grass-fire. I looked back at the smoke and I saw something drifting in the burnt parts of the earth that the fire had passed over, like a ghost flitting from here to there. I... it was probably just the breeze kicking up ash, but... it looked like it had a head. I did not tell my father of it at the time, but if it was the Ashen Wind and not just a trick of the eyes then I saw her that day. I am said to be chosen by God among my people, but the only proof we have of that is that I have done well, and I am my father's daughter. He was surely blessed. But I... I do not know. I must have been a curse to him, or else I would be a son. But... I have done all I can, and perhaps God shows me favor. I know not, though, and honestly I would prefer not to talk about it.
So, then, as to the second, the moon and the sun are natural things. They must exist high in the sky, beyond even the tallest mountains, but they cannot be divine; we cannot observe that which happens in the realm of spirit. I have noticed that as I climb higher the sun appears to beat hotter on my brow as well. But they are shepherded by the divine; the Lighting Winds set them in motion about our world and tend to their fires in our lore. The moon they do not care for, I feel, or else they would not let its fire dim; perhaps it is made of many sparks, and they must light each separately. Those sparks, I think, are the stars, and that is why they shimmer; the little sparks thrown off the sun are fixed in the sky and tended to by those spirits just as its own great fire is. Hence why they flicker- as the Winds blow on their flames their brightness waxes and wanes.
And you did not ask me, but... I think you would not treat with her as much as she would treat with you. I- never mind, she probably wouldn't want me to talk about it with you anyways."
-She ships it, but she can't talk about it.
Everyone else, I promise I'll pick up the pace soon. Sorry for the delay.