My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
Most of his attention - truly all of it - focused down in favour of this god that she spoke of. Goddess, apparently. Because although he held no objection to what she spoke of, he still lifted up some minor concerns. "But.. what happens if the humans.. I mean.. some people come from one of the cities." He felt a little awkward talking like this to the girl - since, after all, she was one of the humans. He could never remember a Pycon making such changes to the forest as those of the humans. Indeed, few other species making the same changes that they often did. "If they hunt.. lots of deer. Or they cut down large amounts of the forest. We need to help them.. but that means making a change." He frowned as he spoke - the words did not seem to do the idea justice, but he continued regardless.
"Isn't there something that we can do for them.. a way that we can make it easier to grow there. Planting more trees in the area than usual. Helping those animals more than usual. Being.. I don't know. Dynamic? Shifting the balances in the ways that they are needed?" That was what he'd always believed, at the very least. That the forest was not something static.. that always needed to be kept in one particular way. Sure, for now, it could be kept in one way.. and that would keep it.. healthy. But there was always something happening. More birds dying one season than in other seasons. More mice being born. He didn't really know how to describe it, and his mouth went through various shapes, trying to find the right one to express his emotions.. but eventually he gave up, and waved his paws in what basically constituted a shrug.
"Can we always put our trust in Caiyha? Can we always leave the changes to the Gods, or someone other than ourselves?" He leaned a little closer with his pupil-less eyes staring meaningfully at her. "Or, sometimes, are we expected to make those changes ourselves, in their name?" With that, he gestured to the entire forest that surrounded both of them. Trees, squirrels.. plants, animals.. all of it Caiyha's domain. "If you're one of her.. marked.. doesn't that mean that you have a responsibility to keep this the way it is supposed to be?"
For some reason, he felt a little left-out. After all, he was a squirrel.. but the Gods had their choices to make, and they had chosen this girl. She certainly seemed to know a lot about the forests and the ways of life itself, but then again.. she was a human. She'd spent many more years studying it than he had even walking Mizahar. Perhaps that would always be the way.. those that lived longer, were given more. They knew more, after all. And he was, in the end, just a Pycon. In twenty years.. twenty five.. he'd keel over and turn to stone, he knew. He'd find his final form, he'd raise a family, have a wife an children.. settle down in a city like his parents, or go to one of the existing Pyves.. or make his own Pyve. And eventually his statue would be left somewhere, for future generations to see. He, like all other Pycons, would become a symbol for the next generation. Just as those before him, were an inspiration for him. Humans.. for all their lives lived, would have nothing but a tombstone.
