[pcs] horse dad

[arkitect]

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[antaressnipe]

The former, mostly.

[Pulling out a half-finished basket, the dried strips of sturdy grass sticking out like a crown]

I was mostly raised by my Master Apollo -- a god of many disciplines, one being prophecy. He taught me how to measure and read the stars, the earth, the body, the connections that make up the universe...

[gently weaving the grass into each other, now]

But knowing the future does not bring happiness, I soon realized. When fate is harsh, no one wants to see it, understandably. And when fate is kind, greed will often move humans to cruelty, so that they might keep their good fortunes.

[arkitect]

'Tis too harsh a reality for them to see in the ways that they should. They are too shortsighted for it-- too weakened.

[a slight shake of his head, there.]

Better for such things to never be placed in human hands.

[antaressnipe]

Mm. They were.

... But the gods rarely did much better. I cannot fault humans when their deities hold weaknesses of their own.