for every high there is a low

Pharos watched the fae react to the way he spoke of the Gods. Perhaps she had never heard of them or perhaps she knew of other Gods. After all their were many out there but he knew the Center and Directions were above all others. She looked rather thoughtful though, he was never a stranger of enlightening others if they wanted a lesson or two but sometimes conversation was just conversation. "Yes yes, as new as a sprout in spring. Lands always seem the same after a while though, North, South, East, West, Center. Same lands...new faces though which is good or things would get so boring. The plants or Gods don't often talk back I'm afraid." He added with a hearty laugh and wag of his tail. "What of you Qanik? Are you new as well?"

OOC: Not my best, sorry it's short.