Daytime

     They were nice shoes. Normally, it’d be reasonable for someone to get upset over someone ruining their good shoes. Mad over it, even. But him?

    From just a few words, the god could only assume the other’s favorite color was most likely gold. 

-✫- She paused, looking a little confused by the other’s words. Didn’t they understand? The fire was her friend, there wasn’t anything more where she came from. Nevertheless, without flames on her, Willow stooped, putting the jacket on, and letting it engulf her. 

   They let out a laugh, amused by the girl’s words. So fire was her friend, maybe they should have remembered that, but either way it was pretty obvious that it wasn’t her only friend. Once the jacket was put on, it was clearly obvious.

-✫- She hadn’t expected to see the other again, for some reason. The sight though, was a nice change, and without much thought at all, Willow smiled, hair up in flames, and a bundle of sticks beginning to form a torch. Nevertheless, she tossed it aside, shaking her head until the flames fell apart. 

    Jacket? Hearing that, they glanced over at the neatly folded, and very familiar, black jacket. A thought crossed their mind but they shook it away-- Kcalb was not a social butterfly, so it was very unlikely.

★  At least they seemed to take it well. A small sigh of relief escapes Bulma as her frightened expression eased. They even laughed! “Phew.. What a relief. The last thing I need right now is to pay for someone’s medical bill.” 

         Oh? The god expected for the other to outright reject the suggestion-- anyone would really--but instead they had agreed to treat them. What a kind soul, the god was sure to repay them eventually.

”……”

-✫-   Pausing, she continued looking through her pockets, finding nothing of use in there. A small sigh, and a shake of her head. Not even a morsel— how was anything was supposed to get set up like that? Useless! 

       Perhaps a different approach will get the kid to understand? They didn’t step forward or step back, keeping a distance from the girl. This was a wildnerness child, and while Etihw was a patient and king god (a lie, they’re just plain lazy) they did have their limits.

“Your people… I imagine when you mean that, you mean those who worship you, yes?”

  † Yes, my worshipers. Though that’s how it was back then, now I live with my people in their village. †

Rocma tenses her shoulders at being addressed so suddenly but relaxes (slightly…slightly) when it turns out to be nothing. A strange scent…when was the last time you ever graced the frozen North, God?

              A shy one, the god assumed. The way the polar bear held themselves, a bit guarded and reserved, it just made them think more of the demon! Would their reactions be the same? Well... 

“Etihw? You mean White? Well, I’m not going to question a name, especially if you call yourself a god. Still… I can’t help but imagine how silly a name that is.”

 † I find the name Shalem rather silly. My name was not chosen by me, but by my people. †