text; un: beatrix [1]

[fiendennor]

Do you believe in magic?
If so, what do you know about it?

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[fiendennor]

That sounds extraordinary. Similar to the great Golden Age of Magic, where I'm from. By "lifeblood," you're saying that the world could not exist, as it is, without magic?

[respired]

I mean to say that our world is a living creature, and her blood is the stuff of our spellwork. So, I suppose: yes.

[fiendennor]

I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to elaborate: The planet itself is a singular living creature? Rock and earth and ocean are all... alive, somehow?

[respired]

[ He's not quite sure how to put it--he's no historian, no scientist. Nor shaman, for that matter. All of them would be better qualified. ]

She is a Titan, fast asleep and dreaming. Our planet forms her body, and its core, her soul. I do not know what form she might take, should she ever wake from the dream.

[ He tries not to think about it. ]

But, more or less: yes.

[fiendennor]

Are there others of her kind that you know of? Fully grown... planet-creatures? These "Titans," I mean.

[respired]

They were our creators, so far as we know. Dead now, for the most part.

[ gods, more or less, though Koltira does not think of them as divine. ]

[fiendennor]

So the Titans created both you and your planet, which was a creature like them.

Did the rest of them have populations living on them as well? I'm curious how that works. Moving around too much would obviously be... disruptive.

[respired]

Not precisely.

[ He's not sure how to explain it--his knowledge isn't deep enough. ]

Much of our history remains obscure. I know only that the Titans set out to bring life and order to the universe. That, occasionally, a world in that universe came to be with a soul inside of it, a soul that sleeps and dreams until it is ready to wake. After that, my knowledge is thin.