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The story has been very cozy so far, but I keep getting lost in the story.

She’s staring at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. In a way she is; being sage is a part of me, and I imagine the glowing makes it visibly real in a way it previously wasn’t to her.
And I find that it matters to me that this one person sees me as more than a divine vessel.
It’s greedy.
I’ve already been chosen by a god.
But I want to be chosen by her.

“Well,” Tasa finally says, “I am for sure not an expert in living a worthwhile life, but I do know it’s better to do something than nothing. And if you’re already moving, it’s easier to keep moving. So you might as well start with something small, where it’ll be easier, and see where that takes you.”

“On the heels of that thought, another, more dangerous follows: Why should she have to perform labor to deserve to have enough food?”

Indeed. Dangerous thoughts.

“That is what I am afraid of. That having finally realized I alone can make a difference, I will make exactly the wrong kind. That I will drown a seed rather than nurture it. That maybe I have the worst kind of significance: the kind that supports the wrong side. “