Memories were a funny thing. One second they could bring about so much hurt, you could barely stand it. The next, you hold them close as if they were a precious gem.

Gekirin smiled at Lull as she spoke, fully understanding where she was coming from. When I was younger, I think that I would have agreed with you too. A soft chuckle escaped him, a plush tail wagging back and forth slowly.

Her talk of the gods sprang more interest from him. Lull explained that she wasn't quite a god, but something more in between. It was a concept that fascinated him, filled him with a childlike wonder.

God or not, you are certainly not what I would have expected from a deity. For one thing, you are much more kind and full of life. Though you have one thing I would expect from a god. You are quiet beautiful.

It was a simple compliment, nothing more and nothing less. But it was something that he thought she should know. Lull asked Gekirin next of his own gods, the ones from his past.

My mother, Toorima, had taught us just a little bit about them. But they weren't taken literally. Just as stories and the like. So they were not a huge part of our lives. Over time, they left our culture entirely. Our dynasty slowly faded after she died, taken over by her right hand though it was meant to be passed down to a chosen child. I'm not sure if the disbelief in the gods created such a fate. But it happened all the same. So I left.

A little more of his past that she would get to see, though the rest was still locked away for the moment.