#gettinggodly

   “What’s it feel like?” Not waiting for an answer before continuing on, of course -- “To have all of that inside of you. All the stars, all of the sky...” Because if Margo is a god, of course, they have to be a god of the sky. After all, what other god is there?

        they're in the guise of a black cat, like they usually are, their third eye closed. the void is weaving in and out of the legs of people along the sidewalk, pauses, then hops up on a low wall to follow someone with their visible eyes. when they spot what distracted them, the void opens their mouth. ❝ hey! holy child! ❞

    “i never went t’church as a kid.” he still is a kid --- knobbly-kneed, bones jutting out from his face, his elbows. sybll is small for his age. always has been. “but i’ve always wanted to believe there was a god. maybe that’s you.”

      “ it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m here to help. ”  actually, he’s here to study the wildlife, but he supposes helping this seemingly startled stranger takes precedence.  “ what’s your name? ”

        unsurprisingly, she's used to people in her backyard. it's what happens when her house and all the others on the block back up a hiking trail. the shrieking from a couple of the strawberry dragons had drawn her attention. she gestures. ❝ they're very territorial of that strawberry patch. ❞

              ❝ ... i'm sorry? ❞

   “Hah, what?” Of course Willow doesn’t know what jimmies are. ( She doesn’t know what anything is, after all! And that’s part of the fun, right? ) So she reaches over, starts rustling their hair, their clothes, with her fingers – messing it, tickling it. “Consider ‘em extra rustled now!” 

   “Don’t let me stop you.” Accompanied by an upturn of lips – the gentlest of smiles. “Though, I’ve gotta ask. Who do you pray to?”