[FIN] Sandy Growth (Ayira & Kamiseen)

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Kamiseen was not one of the most active gods most of the time. Like the sandstorms, truly, for when he did summon up interest in anything, he pursued it full force.

But that hadn't happened in quite some time. Maybe once or twice when he was younger in this life, but that was long ago. He wondered if he should be upset about this state, if perhaps he should try to regain some interest. Maybe Nemanja was rubbing off on him. Then again, he rather thought he'd always been like this.

Which brought the god to the present, where he was playing with miniature sandstorms for lack of anything better to do. Their smalll-scale destruction amused him, alternately concealing and revealing the rocks beneath.  

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Kamiseen looked up at the sound of someone's approach. A Goddess, and one he didn't know already. Her coloring was an interesting contrast with a natural buff color that reminded him of windblown rocks facing a red bright as blood and a black deep as a starless night. She was, he concluded, very bright.

And perceptive. He considered her question. Boredom. It...was a fitting explanation for his behavior of late. He'd been exposed enough to Nemanja to know that this kind of apathy sprang from within, was not a pressure from outside of himself.

"I suppose so," he replied, a hint of surprise at the realization apparent in his tone.  

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Well. This Goddess was certainly abrupt. In a way, it was a refreshing change from waiting on Nemanja to answer in his own good time. He wasn't sure he liked the difference yet, but for now the variance itself was a good thing. It occurred to Kamiseen that perhaps he should look into meeting more people.

"It fills time as it is," he replied simply enough. "I am Kamiseen, God of Sandstorms." It occurred to him that now would be the time to ask for her domain and name in return. "And yourself?" he added belatedly.  

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He did not miss the increase in the Goddess' - Ayira's - interest at the revelation of his domain. He wondered why, no one had ever thought it particularly fascinating before. Admittedly, he had few friends and one of those didn't have any interest in anything at all. He wondered why sandstorms should intrigue her so.

"Well met," he replied politely. Evolution, eh? It was a different sort of domain from his own. One that could move every bit as slowly as his own, at least when there wasn't actually a sandstorm in progress. He wondered what it was she did specifically.

"It might be," Kamiseen commented on her question. "But why should I go walk among mortals? They are more likely to wish me elsewhere."  

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Hm. He'd never considered it that way. Then again, he'd never once heard a prayer asking that a sandstorm should come. Not to mention he'd never thought of fiddling around with miniature storms as "work". To Kamiseen, anything having to do with sandstorms tended to be "play".

For the first time in the conversation, the God looked up and met Ayira's gaze. "Are you suggesting," and his tone was darker than it had been, "that I should unleash a sandstorm upon an unsuspecting group of mortals? Fun as that may be for me, it seems a cruel thing to do."  

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Brown eyes glared into red. He didn't get the impression that Ayira was one of those gods who existed to twist and turn all those around her for her own amusement, but he could be wrong. Here she was, blatantly saying that he should murder mortals...for the sake of evolution? It didn't make sense.

"Explain," he told her sharply. "Explain how killing perhaps nine-tenths of those caught in a sandstorm will benefit the survivors."  

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Bah, he didn't care if his math or percentages were accurate. They were irrelevant in the long run anyway. Ayira's logic was not such to him, and he did not understand her interest.

"All of this seems to be rationalization," he retorted. "I see no reason why this calls for me to use my power against mortals. Is not their time short enough as is without my killing them?"

He didn't understand. This Goddess hadn't seemed like an evil one, but perhaps he had been mistaken. Why else would she be so...so gung-ho about him actually using sandstorms as weapons?  

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Now he was thoroughly confused and annoyed. He resented Ayira's insistence on actually using his power to do more than divert sandstorms (which yes, he did do when such prayers reached him). He did not understand why she was so keen on pushing mortals past their limits. Kamiseen had to wonder if this was truly a facet of the domain she was tied to, or if it was an expression of sick desires within her.

And yet.

And yet she felt that the mortal world could benefit by his presence. Not to mention the offense of the phrase "your little sand pile."

He resisted the temptation to throw a sandstorm after her. That would simply be childish and foolish. But he would not allow her to simply think she was done here.

Perhaps it was time to visit the mortal world.