"Goddess Oriane, may I sit on the floor?" I ask, my tail thrashing with difficulty because I sacrificed part of its mobility for two years, so until that time is up, it will never be able to move normally.
"Of course, and you need not keep calling me goddess. Just Oriane is fine with me." She gives me a gentle smile as she sits on the floor as well, which almost makes her seem smaller than she really is. I sit down too, staring at her.
"Oriane, why did you create all these different and emotionally temperamental goddesses? You're like, super powerful. I'm sure you could have made them more peaceful." Except for that so-called Goddess of Nature, and the Goddess of Elves, they're all troublesome goddesses.
Especially the Goddess of Humans and my mother. Those two cause the most problems of all, and I admit it, yes, my mother is undoubtedly problematic.
"They... weren't like that in the past... and that's not how I created them, though I knew they would become that way..."
