cfuw 142: limbo.

[cfuw_shepherd]

[you are locked in a small room underground with no air conditioning and several TVs with video feeds to the game.

enjoy.]

Comments

[runstowardsfire]

That's useful. Where does the heat go?

[wildnight]

It doesn't go anywhere. It dissipates.

[runstowardsfire]

I think I know what that word means, but it has to dissipate somewhere.

[wildnight]

The energy dissipates somewhere. The heat just vanishes.

[runstowardsfire]

I can't send it that far for long.

[wildnight]

What can you do?

[runstowardsfire]

I can transfer heat energy from one point to another--briefly. I can do the same with some other forms of energy.

[wildnight]

That is a different trick, and outside my affinity.

[runstowardsfire]

Affinity? LIke to a certain element?

[wildnight]

Not an element, precisely, but an aspect of the universe.

[runstowardsfire]

What aspect are you aligned to?

[wildnight]

Chaos.

[runstowardsfire]

The opposite of Order. Is everyone aligned to a certain affinity where you're from?

[wildnight]

Of course not. Mortals may be, if they chose, but it is their choice.

[runstowardsfire]

What does that choice entail?

[wildnight]

Who they worship.

[runstowardsfire]

Worship in what way?

[wildnight]

How many ways do you imagine?

[runstowardsfire]

[. . . Suddenly, the ability to read between the lines becomes over-share.]

I think my imagination might be a little limited in that respect. Religion wasn't a large focus of life at home.

[wildnight]

Probably better off for it.

[runstowardsfire]

We keep busy in other ways, so I suppose a farmer's religion is the land.

[wildnight]

A farmer's job is the farm the land. They aren't the same. Worship can be work, or it can be revelry.

[runstowardsfire]

The land does have a mind of its own at home, but taking care of it can be counted as worship, I think.

[wildnight]

...

You are entitled to think that.

[runstowardsfire]

Maybe I am. But I think we need to earn that entitlement sometimes.