The cloud grumbled in reply to Elann’s question. The grumble was low, as if it were considering, before the booming continue. Noah was clearly desensitized to the loudness of his god, knowing there was no other way for the fullness of Zulrav’s words to be heard unless they were seemingly shouted in this way. His body reacted in the way any loud noise would force one to do, his heart skipped each time the boom broke the silence but he stood undeterred.

“He says He recalls your people and how what He would do to you would make your lives hard. He says there is nothing to be done about it, your people were not the first to dislike Him. To Him, your hardship didn’t matter, your people were to face the same hardships as every other living creature in the world, be there sandstorms, snowstorms, or rainstorms that caused floods. He says you were raised to dislike by those who feared Him in the past and who still fear Him now,” Noah translated seamlessly.

“He says it isn’t about appreciating Him, only know He appreciates you for what you do for me. He says to respect Him, and you don’t do that with appreciation but with knowing the might of His power, recognizing it. He cares little for worshippers, He is ‘fond’ of those that don’t view Him in a bad light, those that view Him as a natural part of the world, an order established long before mankind made their mark in the world. He respects those that respect Him and understand Him, those like me who use His winds thankfully and are grateful for His place in the world. He doesn’t seek to be pleased because He can live without the pleasure of mortals. However, nothing would please Him more than for you to continue the path you’ve already begun to walk.”

Noah stopped speaking shortly after the thunder died down back into quiet and swirling winds. He knew what Elann asked wasn’t answered entirely or to her expectation, but it was the way of his god. While Zulrav had begun to like mortals in recent years, their prayers and praise meant very little to the being. He would continue to do as He willed regardless of who pleaded, begged, or thanked Him.