Khroma bit his lip, unsure of what to say in the face of his companion’s pain. It was hard for him to imagine such a world, but he had no doubt that it must have been even harder for Nahan to live in it.
“Do you have any gods?” Khroma asked quietly. Given Nahan’s reaction to what they’d spoken of, he would guess not, but he still wanted to ask. Wanted to share this thing with Nahan, if he so wished.
For a long moment, Nahan was silent, and when Khroma peeked at his face, the man was frowning in concentration, clearly thinking deeply.
“Not really. But I suppose we have something similar,” Nahan said slowly. “There’s this thing in Zaratan called the world turtle. It’s like…the belief that the core of the planet is a turtle shell, and the earthquakes come from the turtle snoring.”
Khroma
