"Why hello there!" she says to the kitten who purrs contentedly and climbs up to her shoulder to begin playing with her hair. Martha doesn't mind.
She instead takes a good look at the man in front of her. A boy really. He can't be older than 18 or 19, but he looks as though he's already seen too much.
"I'm unclear on whether it's magic or advanced science. Neither is very comfortable to think about," she replies. "The Nysgods are not gods either. Merely beings significantly advanced from most everyone else. We all come from such different places, none of our gods or legends seem to be the same, though they all follow many similarities. There are many who do know some legends of the Nysgods. I had heard of them in my travels. Always thought they were bogeymen, talked about to scare children into behaving well."
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She instead takes a good look at the man in front of her. A boy really. He can't be older than 18 or 19, but he looks as though he's already seen too much.
"I'm unclear on whether it's magic or advanced science. Neither is very comfortable to think about," she replies. "The Nysgods are not gods either. Merely beings significantly advanced from most everyone else. We all come from such different places, none of our gods or legends seem to be the same, though they all follow many similarities. There are many who do know some legends of the Nysgods. I had heard of them in my travels. Always thought they were bogeymen, talked about to scare children into behaving well."