Plactianation wrote:
"That is what I am suggesting, but no-one seems to be listening." Pythorga said, as he continued to play his lute. (Yes, it's a lute now.)
The area was calm, but, to make it seem more like his own home, he had to continuously play music. Although he liked playing music, it got a little boring after a while.
"People are listening sweetheart... but no one is saying anything. sure you can suggest we try to find an answer to our problems but only one person here mentioned that he made attempts at solving it. and the fact that you are more interested in that little song of yours shows us how much thought you've put into your suggestion..."
She gave one of the wolves a ruffling pat on the head before sending it back to his pack.
"we need resources that are being drained faster than it can be replenished. we are a varied lot where only a few of us overlap in what we need. so what do we need to do... why don't we all try to cultivate said resources. grow them and replenish what we take. I've had limited success in training some simians in producing the Elixir I need. so imagine if," she gestured towards Varenity, "she had a species who's only job was to cultivate fields of flowers... or..." she gestured out among the other gods. "to grow forests of Maple trees... we replenish our stocks and stop just taking from the poor earth. we can appoint species as our personal... uh... pets... and train them to keep our supply of resources fresh. of course, for this to work, there can be NO bickering among us, no senseless killing of species for the filmiest of reasons."
she looked expectanly out at everyone.
"well? how does that sound."