Lost Creek Hollow Lynx

"I can't," Esma admitted quietly. She memorized her mom's explanation, but just as it had before - it did not quite cut it. They had spoken earlier that thoughts of people were theirs alone. Gods could neither hear or take them. Which meant that even gods did not know everything? Which led to an idea of, what then truly made them better than them? Which would lead to a situation, when one day in distant future Esma would have a crisis in faith. Not today. Today she believed that her puzzlement about these deep philosophical topics was because of her own ignorance. Mom had been longer in this world than her and therefore could talk with confidence. 

"What is faith then?" Esma asked her final question, before she returned to her task to help her mom. 

Last one from me.