<span style="color: olive">"You already do think of me as a stupid mortal." </span>She mostly ignored the image and shook her head, her mood deteriorating rapidly.<span style="color: olive"> "So you got a lucky and found one spark of life able to give your rock a bit of mold. Congrats, you're still clueless, let me know when your critters start building war machines and butchering each other and the wild life. Then we'll see how well life can sustain itself through overfishing and hunting. Clear cutting life-giving trees and plantlife. When they actively try to destroy their world and you can save it, then I'll think of you as somewhat experienced." </span>She shook her head and began to carve out a large cave but stopped for no apparently reason and turned around.<span style="color: olive">"I'm not counting on it, this place is perfect. And imperfect. It's not uniform in any way, no two stretches of land are similar... If I can't find happiness here with Ashia, in my own, hand-crafted world, I won't find happiness anywhere. I'm going to sever my link to you and your sister and return to the Council if this fails too."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>