[Raine has to think that over, and there's silence for a bit, her head canted to one side as she looks not precisely at Aqua, but rather through her. It sounds like a fairy tale, a myth, but there's usually something of truth within those.]
It seems reasonable that the state of your world -- one that contains multiple worlds within it -- would be a result of the situation you describe, much as my own was intentionally divided by another's hand. By the standards of others, including the spell that brought us here, they likely count as one world, despite containing or having contained multitudes.
Before the fight with Malicant, my-- [oh no what does she call him in this context] --partner and I were doing some study of the Dreaming specifically, and the planes in general-- looking into the ties that connect all of our worlds. After all, each world is connected to this one, so though travel between them independently seems impossible at this point, there must be at least that one common factor. It had begun to seem like the-- underpinnings, I suppose, of Life and Death and Dreaming and so on, might bear some passing resemblance, and if the underlying structures were similar then the way the worlds grow would also necessarily have things in common.
The why of that, however-- well, it would explain much if we all came, long ago, from some common source, long since diverged.
[Raine's really going to have to think about this more. Her attention's been consumed by the Guild and the politics and everything else, and talking to Aqua about this is reminding her of what drew her and Solomon into extended discussions in the first place, and it has always fascinated her.]
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[Raine has to think that over, and there's silence for a bit, her head canted to one side as she looks not precisely at Aqua, but rather through her. It sounds like a fairy tale, a myth, but there's usually something of truth within those.]
It seems reasonable that the state of your world -- one that contains multiple worlds within it -- would be a result of the situation you describe, much as my own was intentionally divided by another's hand. By the standards of others, including the spell that brought us here, they likely count as one world, despite containing or having contained multitudes.
Before the fight with Malicant, my-- [oh no what does she call him in this context] --partner and I were doing some study of the Dreaming specifically, and the planes in general-- looking into the ties that connect all of our worlds. After all, each world is connected to this one, so though travel between them independently seems impossible at this point, there must be at least that one common factor. It had begun to seem like the-- underpinnings, I suppose, of Life and Death and Dreaming and so on, might bear some passing resemblance, and if the underlying structures were similar then the way the worlds grow would also necessarily have things in common.
The why of that, however-- well, it would explain much if we all came, long ago, from some common source, long since diverged.
[Raine's really going to have to think about this more. Her attention's been consumed by the Guild and the politics and everything else, and talking to Aqua about this is reminding her of what drew her and Solomon into extended discussions in the first place, and it has always fascinated her.]