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[As is her usual routine, Moro is roaming through the village. The strange part, however, is that it's the middle of the day at the moment, and those wolf tracks you might see every morning appear at night.

She's showing no sign of aggression, simply roaming about... but that can't be right. Feel free to approach her and interrogate a reason for stalking the villagers out of her. Just mind her temper.]

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This is no forest of mine, though I have adopted it as my charge.

But your blessing is not unappreciated, little spirit.

Then I will treat it as if it were your own regardless, Mother Moro.

A-Ah! Yes...M-My name is Miyabi. [Polite bow.] Have you been here long?

[Miya wants to pet you, Moro, but even she can't hop that high. And she's unsure if she even should pet you. ...Won't stop her from doing so, though. Everyone loves petties!]

...For some time. I was here before the frost, at least.

[Well that's fine, she figures she'll be enjoying the company of a sprite so she lays down anyway.]

[That pause doesn't go unnoticed. And wait, Miya spot the wings at last. It was kind of hard to at the angle she was at before. ~~Curse her epic tininess!~~ Her own wings give a little flutter, and Miya bounces over to the wolf's side to stroke her fur tederly. Good gods, you were absolutely ginormous, Moro, your fuzz alone could swallow Miya up.]

Mother, you must miss your homeland very much...It it's not too much, I'd like to hear about you world. I bet it's beautiful.

[What the heck, Miya has time to kill - despite picking herbs and tea leaves for the people with colds. It's always better to stop and converse with a stranger. Friendships and and stories were developed and passed along this way.]

...The god of Life and Death owns the forest that I normally live within. The forest is rich and lush... the gods still live there, and the animals are still a massive size. The spirits are still strong, from being so close to the Forest Spirit...

That forest was being cut down by humans to pull the iron from the soil. They created weapons that would kill gods, and started to slaughter us.

[Miya listens, all the while idly stroking the wolf's fur and trying to climb up to her back or her head. You're too big, Moro, especially for the little ponclet. That forest...it actually reminded her of the tales she heard from her painting teacher and village elder, Ishaku, of the Celestial Plain, where the gods of her world dwell.

Miya actually falls, upon hearing the end of the story, rolling into a messy heap where she first began, which was at the wolf's side. Straightening and bouncing up and down furiously, Miya cries out in alarm.]

B-But--!! H-How could they!? That's...that's horrible! If they kill the gods then...then...! [Miya can't even picture it. It's too horrible to envision. Just a world of chaos and dark, evil spirits. No, worse. Just chaos. There would be nothing else. Balance is key. Without the gods, the people would destroy the land and themselves; without people to believe in them, the gods not exist.]

M-Mother Moro... I'm sorry. [She didn't mean to make you relive painful memories. And is going to snuggle up against that warm wolf fur of yours now, yup.]

[Moro chuckles, a bit darkly.]

When they cut the head of the Forest Spirit, everything will die.

[Why you make her sad? Miya looks extremely distressed, and very uncomfortable. She bounds her way to the wolf's snout and looks into her large eyes - full of age and wisdom. Miya pets the bristly fur there and sits down, light as a flake of snow.]

But, Mother, you are here now...and alive. So you mustn't dwell on bad things that will happen upon your return home. Live and be well here, Moro. Your presence here is as much a blessing as anyone elses.

[A pause, and the little sprite cups her hands together, looking at then sadly.]

I-I...I'll pray for a better outcome for your world. There...There must be another way. Someone who sees killing the gods as error... Mother, I don't want you and your world to die.

I have lived long enough, child. This place may have stolen the death the Forest Spirit blessed me with away, but things are no different than before.

It is the will of the Forest Spirit alone should my world live or die. And the Malnosso have done the unforgivable - they've destroyed the natural order and brought me back from the dead.

[The Malnosso...Miya recalls hearing about them. She's heard odd stories - they'd made a festival here, but also many other bad things, too. And they were responsible for the portal that sent her into the lake, making bird sounds, and drawing...things.

Miya strokes the white wolf's fur again, smiling, though it was a bittersweet smile.]

Then, Mother Moro, I will paint a picture of you, so that even when you are gone, you will be remembered by those who wish to remember you and the things you have done to guard your beautiful and bountiful garden. ♥

You will be painting the image of a beast who brings nothing but death. A god who hates humans to the very core of her soul.

[Miya's smiles drops instantly. She doesn't like that at all, Moro. But she does like you. She has a deep respect for all gods, and though she understands your anger and pain, she can't help but look for a ray of sunshine. Also that won't necessarily stop her from painting you, either.]

I cannot believe that, Mother. And...and though I don't agree with your hatred and anger, I understand it. And though you may bring death, Moro ookami-sama, you also protect life in your forest.

I am a warrior god. Such is my nature.

Yes, and I cannot tell you to go against your ways. But, if it is any consolation, I don't think any of the people here will do harm to your forest, Mother. I have met a few, and for all I know so far, they are kind and good.

But, Mother, if ever you need assistance, I will aid the growth of your garden! I-I have mastered a skill almost that allows me to create flowers and the saplings you saw before! ♥ [Even if they were supposed to be full grown trees...]

I would be grateful for the offering, little one.

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