[When she finishes her terrible doodle of said garden doggo, she pulls the blanket from over her hand to read the rest of this convo. Nani the heck? It's really the same one? Ren has Questions.
Even if it kind of makes sense. The way she managed to grow something from nothing using art, the fact that she's kind and unwilling to chase and rip people apart for a meal. That all seems like pleasant, godlike behavior.]
How do you know?
[Did Drifter tell her stories and get fun items? Did she say something? Can she talk? Did she write it? The heck.]
[The Drifter tilts their head in momentary confusion. Then, recognizing the necessity in seeing what little of their ace may communicate as such, they finally drag the blanket off of their own head and let it pool in their lap.]
[They had seen her in such a way that not all did. Perhaps it was in this way that her true nature was obvious.]
[It is difficult, they’re discovering, to describe in exact terms what they mean. They had looked at her, and they had seen. They had looked at her, and she was the diametric opposition to the jackal, slender and coal-black and heralding death. She was life, absolute, as far as they were concerned.]
[It leaves them uncertain how best to translate this, when their descriptors are all abstract.]
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Even if it kind of makes sense. The way she managed to grow something from nothing using art, the fact that she's kind and unwilling to chase and rip people apart for a meal. That all seems like pleasant, godlike behavior.]
How do you know?
[Did Drifter tell her stories and get fun items? Did she say something? Can she talk? Did she write it? The heck.]
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[They had seen her in such a way that not all did. Perhaps it was in this way that her true nature was obvious.]
looked like one
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She has really pretty fur. I don't think I've seen a dog with white fur before.
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[She kept track of cats, not dogs, so while she met many, many kitties she named Shiro, it's hard to say about their doggy counterparts.
But the white dog roaming about the island is a creature she remembers-how can Drifter tell they're a god? Looked like one-how?]
Does she have a book or horns? Is that how you can tell?
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full of life
[It is difficult, they’re discovering, to describe in exact terms what they mean. They had looked at her, and they had seen. They had looked at her, and she was the diametric opposition to the jackal, slender and coal-black and heralding death. She was life, absolute, as far as they were concerned.]
[It leaves them uncertain how best to translate this, when their descriptors are all abstract.]