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Akhtar indulges her.
Toth, she repeats, slow at first as the syllables rest on her tongue. The language of Akashingo is sharp, not unlike her mother's, and so it is much easier to her than Common. there are many Gods, yes? How many? Who are they?
She trots just a bit ahead of him in the dim light of Akashingo's tunnels, trying her best to locate the storage room based on appearance alone. She was, as she had begun to learn, not so good at that. A sophisticated place, the palace, and though the culture shock had slowly begun to ease, she did not know everything.
I want to know them all, she says to him. and choose to follow them.
For as of now, she had no God.