“It all depends on whether a god assisted the godling,” she said, reaching up to toy with the chain around her neck. “That is the only way a godling survives.” “And how would a god assist them?” She grinned, a mischievous sort of look filling her golden eyes. “You may find such information to be quite scandalous.” “Doubtful,” I murmured. Aios laughed again. “Well, all right, then.” The hem of her flared sweater swished around her knees as she drifted closer. “They need to feed from a god.”
Seems a lot like Atlantians
