"You'll find a great many natural materials above ground are flammable when dry. Grass, fur, hair. Not that I expect you to be standing on anyone's head. I never did think to ask why, but my Father never did welcome questioning his design philosophy."
His own Father, of course, is the one Michael attributes all of creation to and the one he'd be asking if he were in the mood to test his luck (and if his Father were ever around to be asked). He'd start with bigger questions than why so much of the world is primed to burn, though.
"Hades," Michael says, as if the word has a bad taste on his tongue. If anyone in Solvunn were willing to blame the god of the underworld for his son burning down a forest, it'd be him. "Which part of the Greek pantheon does that make you, then? My family never did get along very well with you pagan gods."
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His own Father, of course, is the one Michael attributes all of creation to and the one he'd be asking if he were in the mood to test his luck (and if his Father were ever around to be asked). He'd start with bigger questions than why so much of the world is primed to burn, though.
"Hades," Michael says, as if the word has a bad taste on his tongue. If anyone in Solvunn were willing to blame the god of the underworld for his son burning down a forest, it'd be him. "Which part of the Greek pantheon does that make you, then? My family never did get along very well with you pagan gods."