Vestige wasn't sure why, but when he thought of other gods, he thought of them sitting on thrones in ornate temples and mosques sculpted for them by their subjects, enveloped in wealth and monetary greed, looking down at the world below them. They were not supposed to be people who could get along with the outside world, never mind nature itself. But Sarathel's easy smile and carefree tone made him question that blind belief. She spoke as if her being comfortable with nature was an elementary bit of information to know – indeed, why shouldn't she be comfortable? Vestige opened his mouth to answer, but closed it – his beliefs sounded too foolish to explain now.
He wasn't really paying attention to it, all of the nature that was around him. His relationship with the earth was not as benevolent as the demigod's – to Vestige, nature could be a resource, as long as it wasn't getting in his way, like it was now. Branches and brambles and bushes – the road, if you could even call it a road, was obviously one that wasn't travelled very often. While he pushed branches aside, combing through the path like a predator, Sarathel seemed to be more at peace with the trip. (Maybe he was the one who was not truly comfortable, despite everything.) He was so focused on getting off this rocky road, that he almost didn't notice her stop in her tracks.
After a beat, the godslayer noticed that Sara wasn't behind him anymore, and backed up, finding her tending to a wilted tree. Vestige raised a brow, shoving his hands in the pockets of his tattered pants, but didn't say a word. He was surprised, to find that she had stopped to water this little thing – hell, he hadn't even noticed it; the plant was merely an obstruction, if not anything else. As she stopped to tend to it, she spoke of back home – that tending to the people of the temple had been wonderful. Wonderful, she said! He recalled his days, back when he had been toted around, taken for a god – to have to take care of so many people... it had not been wonderful, not for him.
"No kiddin'?" Vestige asked, wondering if she was playing around with him. "It seems like... you really liked being with them." It was hard for him to wrap his head around the concept. A... benevolent god. They even thanked her for miracles! Vestige had been able to perform miracles, but now – now he could only use his powers to destroy. He looked down at his hands for a minute, then back to the plant she had been tended to – and the results of her labor, that was what got him.
"Holy shit," he muttered, leaning forward, hands still in his pockets, eyes scanning over the plant. He was silently stunned for a moment, before he crouched down, grinning, seeing how the plant was now totally revived. "Sara! Holy shit, you just ... How in the hell...?" He reached a hand out to touch it, but then decided against it at the last minute, then looked up at her. It was the first time he had seen another godlike being perform a benevolent miracle – even he couldn't heal plants. He could only use the earth's raw power to destroy. To her, it might've seemed so elementary, but to him, it was a real... miracle. He stood up, laughing, leading them back on the road again. "If you can do things like this... I think the people of La'marri might take a real liking to you." He knew that for a fact.
