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Post by Iyre on Oct 28, 2021 14:26:09 GMT -5
Iyre was definitely coming to respect Namek more than she had in her furious arrival. Though she still hadn't made the progress in her techniques that she would have liked, and she had been beaten badly far more often than she would prefer, the mystic Namekian's trip to the other world had succeeded where so many other lessons had failed. It had made her stop, think and reflect. That, and a few other more positive encounters, had the blue-skinned brute trying to connect with Namekian teachings in a far more constructive fashion.
It wasn't that she had been disingenuous before; she had genuinely been trying her hardest to understand what they had to teach her before, but she didn't have the skills to do so. It was like trying to learn pottery without a wheel or a kiln. The best she could do was make a mess and annoy everyone around her. Now, though, she'd had the barest glimpse into the truth that there was definitely something beyond the physical realm that she was so comfortable in. The conversation with Amara had done even more to shift her thinking.
And so the enormous young woman came to stand before the statue of Porunga. The Dragon God. She looked down at the seven spherical holes in the base of the statue, then up at the enormous, towering figure. It wasn't what she had imagined. She'd thought that a Dragon God would look... muscular, or elegant. This depiction of Porunga wasn't at all flattering in that regard. It looked more like a real thing, which was a curious thought in and of itself.
She folded her arms across her chest, and her brow furrowed as she thought. This was a place that the Namekians held in high and sacred regard. She didn't want to cause trouble here. But at the same time, she wasn't sure what she was looking at.
"Hey." She said, to one of the Namekians who had come to meditate at the base of the statue. "What's this guy's deal? I've heard a few people talk about him, and this statue... sure is something, but ain't nobody said what he's all about."
The Namekian didn't even open his eyes to dignify the demand of the loud outside with a response.
That, of course, was frustrating. But she tried to hold herself in check and not just stomp him flat immediately. Which was more than she would have done a few days ago.
"I asked. A question."
(Wordcount: 417 / Powerlevel 14,000)
It wasn't that she had been disingenuous before; she had genuinely been trying her hardest to understand what they had to teach her before, but she didn't have the skills to do so. It was like trying to learn pottery without a wheel or a kiln. The best she could do was make a mess and annoy everyone around her. Now, though, she'd had the barest glimpse into the truth that there was definitely something beyond the physical realm that she was so comfortable in. The conversation with Amara had done even more to shift her thinking.
And so the enormous young woman came to stand before the statue of Porunga. The Dragon God. She looked down at the seven spherical holes in the base of the statue, then up at the enormous, towering figure. It wasn't what she had imagined. She'd thought that a Dragon God would look... muscular, or elegant. This depiction of Porunga wasn't at all flattering in that regard. It looked more like a real thing, which was a curious thought in and of itself.
She folded her arms across her chest, and her brow furrowed as she thought. This was a place that the Namekians held in high and sacred regard. She didn't want to cause trouble here. But at the same time, she wasn't sure what she was looking at.
"Hey." She said, to one of the Namekians who had come to meditate at the base of the statue. "What's this guy's deal? I've heard a few people talk about him, and this statue... sure is something, but ain't nobody said what he's all about."
The Namekian didn't even open his eyes to dignify the demand of the loud outside with a response.
That, of course, was frustrating. But she tried to hold herself in check and not just stomp him flat immediately. Which was more than she would have done a few days ago.
"I asked. A question."
(Wordcount: 417 / Powerlevel 14,000)
