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[writtendestiny]

[Poison spends a long while fidgeting with her phone, walking the borders of Carlisle's garden (but not going inside, not while he isn't there). Eventually, she sits down near one of the corners, cross-legged on a low, flat rock, and taps out a simple yet heavily weighted message.]

Do you believe in Fate?

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[writtendestiny]

Humans, and Phaeries. Lots of different kinds of Phaeries. They don't occupy the same realm as us, but they come into ours sometimes... rarely for good reasons.

[bythewaves]

That does not sound particularly good no. What are the Phaeries like?

[writtendestiny]

They're wicked. They treat humans like livestock and steal children in the night.

[bythewaves]

[ That makes him hiss softly in sympathy ]

An evil folk indeed. Then - the Heirophant's position is to... protect?

[writtendestiny]

[Poison's response to that is an immediate, short laugh, after which she covers her mouth and shakes her head.]

I'm sorry. It's... no. Maybe? In a way. The Hierophant is... like an author. Only the story they create is the world, all the realms, everyone in them and the laws and rules that govern them. We decide what is possible.

[She has never really described it to anyone before. Not thoroughly. Anyone with any kind of creation myth might liken the position to something like a god...

And they would be correct.]

[bythewaves]

[ Of course, she's talking to someone who comes from a world which is defined by and may be manipulated by song, so Maglor's response is perhaps... a little odd, comparative to most people ]

Oh! Now that is a powerful Art indeed. Only Melian was ever able to accomplish such a thing over any great area, and she was a Maia, one of the lesser powers - I've never known one of the Eruhini to be able to influence so much by themselves. You must be very strong. Although perhaps I am wrong - are you mortal at all?

[writtendestiny]

I'm completely mortal. Humans are the only ones who can become Hierophants.

[At one time the question might have seemed like an odd one, but not so much now.] Eventually, I'll have to find someone to replace me.

[bythewaves]

That is unusual. [ He hums ] It must be something unique to your world then. In mine, it would be unheard of for a human to be able to manipulate the Song so, although there were some who could touch it.

I hope there are many years before you need to do so!

[writtendestiny]

It has to be us. We're the only ones with the imaginations to do it.

[It sounds like an insult, but for them it's the truth. Phaeries have no imaginations.]

I hope it will be. The one before me was very old.

[bythewaves]

Are there only the two kindreds, in your world?

[ maglor asks curiously ] I almost pity the Phaeries... to have no imagination... how sad.

[writtendestiny]

We hold different Realms. The Realm of Men, the Realm of Phaeries, the Realm of Spiders, and others. And portals, in between.

[There is not enough time in the universe to soften Poison's opinion towards Phaeries, but they cannot touch her now. Not as Hierophant. And she can ensure no one ever comes to harm thanks to them ever again.]

Don't feel sorry for them. They more than make up for what they lack, and in no way that invites pity.

[bythewaves]

Your world seems a strange one, to me. But if it keeps your people safe, then it must be a good thing, I assume.

[ He shrugs ]

I am a bard. [ He says wryly ] I cannot help but pity anyone without imagination, for imagination is my stock in trade! It doesn't mean that I like them.