First, your human artists merely dreamed of me. Imagining the gods is hardly strange.
::Waves her hand dismissively.::
Second, you might be a great descendant of mine, or of someone who was touched by my glory. But clearly so down the bloodline that your blood is nothing more than a mere human's.
no subject
::Waves her hand dismissively.::
Second, you might be a great descendant of mine, or of someone who was touched by my glory. But clearly so down the bloodline that your blood is nothing more than a mere human's.