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An otherworld would equally cause Caspa great concern. She perceived all spirits as demons - and only existing in the minds of tainted souls. Anybody who spoke of an otherworld was probably insane and dangerous. She had no way to objectively view her own beliefs as falling into the same category as any other spiritual following. If she was truly honest and looked deep within, she might have realised that the great father figure that personified the entire world to her was just as unlikely a construction to exist as a ghost or a fairy. She would still, however, have found a justification for Him. That her society had simply needed a masculine personification to enable its patriarchal laws, had not occurred to her: she saw only the honourable aspirations and teachings, and never questioned that a god could be anything other than benign.
He spoke of his land, and she thought of her time journeying alone through this very North before she'd eventually reached her beloved southern coastline. Yes, there had been hunger and hardship. And a lot of snow. She had found herself wondering who would dare eke out an existence in the shadow of those mountains, in these spreading and bleak foothills. She had returned here before even the first frosts had begun to fall, and it was still forbidding to her. Sometimes she dreamed of endless sun, and regretted awakening. Still, she appreciated the open and rock-infested lands here more than the black-earthed forests between. This kind of country bred strength and taught endurance. If things had been different, perhaps she would have found a path here, with such intelligent and masterful companions as the one opposite her now.
"That is a good way to live," she commented, utterly ignoring the intent behind his savagely chosen words, but unable to keep from fixating still on his claws and teeth - as well as his eyes, all were magnetic: where the danger lay. "I am at risk of growing soft, idling within brick and mortar walls. Not proper pilgrim behaviour at all," she added deprecatingly. For such a slender jaw, she could fit a lot of food within. Caspa nodded her thanks at the gesture and took a half of the hare-breast, chewing thoughtfully. "Perhaps we are a little too comfortable, and that is when conflicts arise."
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