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In a booth, Charlie is trying to feed Seth from a jar of crushed plums. Seth has several purple-ish blobs on his face, and has gotten very little of the fruit into his mouth. Woe.

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Seth blinks his eyes slowly. No sleeping! I'll miss something!

"And I have a hard time imaging him as purple fire," Charlie says, smiling. "He's very real here. One might even say human."

Ginevra gently strokes little Seth's cheek, smiling. Babies are wonderful, she thinks. Perhaps it's time to think about another child, one less unique than the one she already has...

Seth, of course, is totally unique as well, being as he is a very gifted little empath.

"He seems to revel in being as human as possibly," she says, meaning Asar-Suti; but really, she is distracted by the prettiness of Seth's slowly blinking eyes.

"And why not," Charlie says quietly. "I believe everyone comes here for a purpose. I think 'Suti's has a lot to do with understanding what it is to be human--good and bad."

[ooc: hometime. slow?]

'Suti.

This young bard and father calls the Seker 'Suti.

"If the legends are true, he was a human before he became a god; he must have 'risen above' the human with the hubris it takes to become a Dark God," she muses. "I might think this is a kind of punishment, but he seems to be enjoying himself. Even digging in the ground in the garden."

"There's an emporer," Charlie muses, "of a kingdom now long-gone, who said as he was dying, 'Oh, dear, I believe I'm becoming a god.'

"Humanity's better. Though I've met some gods here who aren't so bad. Not horribly intimidating."

"Well, in that shape he has now, if the Seker is anything not, it's horribly intimidating. He was, at home, which makes it all so odd," Ginevra says, shaking her head, and then risking another smile at Seth, who to her eye still looks a bit droopy, tired, and full.

Seth blinks more slowly and sleepily. Can't . . . sleep . . . World . . . too . . . interesting . . .

"There's a god here named Jack who can turn into a tree," Charlie says, apropos of nothing.

Of course, the world is always interesting for such a little fellow. But even little fellows msut sometimes sleep.

"A god names Jack?" she asks, smiling. "Sounds very unpretentious, somehow."

Charlie takes Seth out of the carrier and holds him against his shoulder so he can stroke and pat his back.

"I suppose that's a good word for it. He's kind of . . . well, Seth's mum likes him."

"Perhaps I should try and ask him about what happened to my former god..." Ginevra muses, gently touching the very soft hair on little Seth's hair, and getting to her feet.

Still, not a speck of plum on her dress, she notices, discreetly checking her skirts.

[[OOC: Because mun must sleep soon! Thanks for the RP. *hugs*]]

Charlie stands--it's good manners, after all, and Ginevra is clearly a lady, somewhere. "Pleasure to meet you. Say good night, Sethie."

Seth yawns and rubs his eyes.

Ginevra smiles to them both. "Sleep well, little Seth," she says. "And I hope to see both of you soon."

She inclines her head to them, and goes.

[[OOC: Slowtime is fine!]]

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