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Chan’s posture relaxed a little, and one of the small flames beside her began flashing yellow. The deity had said what was a rather small, yet accurate analogy for what she’d been feeling. A significant chunk of her was doubting her decision of isolation and seeing all those mortals buddy buddy wasn’t helping. Of course, she was glad that they’d found what company they could, but it wasn’t too hard to set her mind off on another angsty tangent.

Chan placed her hand on her chin in a classic thinking pose. “I do have resting sad face.” Her resting face also happened to be the only face she could make. At Vine’s next statement, her confusion returned, managing to quirk an eyebrow this time as Chan stared. “Why would you do that? That sounds like it takes so much more energy to do. I’d rather lay down and let death take hold of me.” Ok, so she’d never actually done that and she was probably being dramatic but she had passed out before! It had been an experience.

From what she’d seen though, this deity certainly had energy to spare. “Well, you’re free to do what you like.” Chan turned away from them, but not before realizing that they were still nameless to her at this point. With that in mind, the goddess inclined her head back again. “What’s your name by the way? We just sorta started talking, so...”

As she waited for a response, Chan’s eyes drifted towards the blurry ‘mortal’ shapes. One was Silverskies obviously, and there were a couple drab-colored blobs. A dot of bright red stood out to her, as well as a mop of pure white hair. Blinking a couple times, she realized that the one with the white hair didn’t exactly have the fleshy skintone the others had. It was muddied in the rain, but it looked almost splotched with pink.

Pink skin, white hair. She was sure that she’d it somewhere before, or perhaps it had been in someone’s memories? She took a step closer.