I admit, that is a concept I am still grappling with: that a god would have to "start fresh"--
[Despite keeping up conversation, Zelda is similarly on alert, years of being on the run coming to bear on her senses, increasing her awareness of every sound, every creak. It's a quiet whisper that causes her long ears to perk up, a voice belonging to neither her nor Celestia rasping smells yummy, and, attention caught, her head immediately snaps up to the source.]
There!
[The little creature hides in the corner of the rafters, grinning down with too-white teeth, though Zelda's sudden shout seems to have startled it somewhat.]
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[Despite keeping up conversation, Zelda is similarly on alert, years of being on the run coming to bear on her senses, increasing her awareness of every sound, every creak. It's a quiet whisper that causes her long ears to perk up, a voice belonging to neither her nor Celestia rasping smells yummy, and, attention caught, her head immediately snaps up to the source.]
There!
[The little creature hides in the corner of the rafters, grinning down with too-white teeth, though Zelda's sudden shout seems to have startled it somewhat.]