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Just a quick dialogue, nothing more.
Ilunabar gets spooked by Reathos.
And talk about flowers go on
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“Why did you create death as those creatures? We both know how delicate they are, in the darkest times the hungriest are the first to starve” The muse questioned “The answer is simple isn’t it? Because the future is not now, you needed a creature to bring death now. One day, once food is scarce and natural selection has made the prey learn how to avoid them, the Heraktati will be fated to become just bones under the mud. Would that make your efforts useless?”

She smiled and looked to her brother.

“I’m sorry brother, I diverted from the question. I want beauty now, the flower will wilt but others will bloom. It’s a…”

A sudden headache made the muse lose her focus

“Ahem, it’s a cycle,  flowers wilt because they blo…”

Another headache followed by loney steps.
The Abyss.
The Endless Stair.

“I feel a bit sick, I…”

She stepped back and she felt something creeping up on her feet, then two sharp fangs pierced her skin.

“Ah”

She slapped her leg but there was no viper and no sign of a bite.

“I… Am a bit dizzy. I need to rest a bit. Pardon me”

The muse left in a sudden movement, as if she was fleeing from the very presence there. Her avatar looked confused, but didn’t seem to share the same pain as Ilunabar. She stared at the good of death a bit. And decided to give him her own answer.

“The flower struggles so much to live. Everyday it works hard for a single chance to bloom. It would be disrespectful to not appreciate it”

Meimu stayed there, staring the god for another while.

“Furthermore, these plants would bloom and wilt either way, it’s their cycle. Why not add Is beautiful to me and Ilunabar as one of the things that will select which plants gets to bloom or not?”