Week Three

[letsplayamod]

A new week rolls around. You are three people lesser than you were at this time last week. No owls mark the horizon, or tall goddesses stroll the pavilion. Wherever Athena's gone, it seems her promise to return promptly hasn't met with success... or worse.

What's more, Typhon's presence now looms over the island. His twisted game now fully realized: if you really wish to leave here, you'll need to get away with murder, and one of your own already failed and reaped the consequences. There's no change for Crito or Sayo's statues on the pavilion. They simply stand silent, watching the rest of you go about your lives as fresh godlings.

It's not all bad, however. The clouds that marked the sky as near-perpetual overcast have started to wane. Stars and sunlight have started to peak through. Within the temples, the strange force keeping you from taking those mysterious stairs has finally vanished. You're free to move to the next level of whatever this shimmering palace has to offer.

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[raisethemoon]

Their eyes are empty.

[ Maybe she just needs a minute. ]

[pariunt]

I... wouldn't say that.

[Though he supposes, he can understand. Horses aren't people, and Luna is a person.]

They're highly intelligent. They just cannot converse like you or I.

[raisethemoon]

But they are - animals.

[ The line between pony and animal might be less distinct than with humans, given everything, but she still certainly knows the difference! ]

[pariunt]

Well... that is true enough.

They're not the same as people.

[raisethemoon]

There are not - we do not - that is, those do not exist in my world!

[ Why is everyone else so calm? Are there non-sapient human variants just walking around? ]

[pariunt]

[Makes sense to him. Even if he can't imagine a world without horses, at the very least, he can understand how in a world where people are horses, horses that can't talk are... well. Non-existent.]

I... suppose they wouldn't.

It must be surreal.

[raisethemoon]

It is! There are...well, everyone has their scary stories, I suppose. But we do not have anything quite like that.

[ There's...zombies, maybe? But those are deceased ponies. These are just...nothing, no one, always. ]

[pariunt]

If nothing else, I imagine it'll be a terrifying story to tell when you return to your world.