Curiouser and curiouser was Sunjata's explanation. Not that Caido's magic ever needed to make sense, however much its residents might try. Hadama said nothing at first, giving the Flood as much time as he needed to find the words to describe something that defied easy definitions. Not reflections of this world, but of others... or, perhaps, dreams of places that had never been.
It was the mention of the pool that showed an ocean within a puddle that caught the mermanta's attention, and his eyes gleamed with sharp interest as his emerald gaze found Sunjata's. "Have you tried to enter one?" he asked, playing with an idea that was likely foolhardy but ever-so tempting. The Voice's portals were said to be gone, lost in the conclusion of the War, but who was to say that other portals could not exist now that she had opened the way and planted the seeds of ideas in the minds of other gods?
It was the mention of the pool that showed an ocean within a puddle that caught the mermanta's attention, and his eyes gleamed with sharp interest as his emerald gaze found Sunjata's. "Have you tried to enter one?" he asked, playing with an idea that was likely foolhardy but ever-so tempting. The Voice's portals were said to be gone, lost in the conclusion of the War, but who was to say that other portals could not exist now that she had opened the way and planted the seeds of ideas in the minds of other gods?
